It wasn’t a simple task, yet he decided to do it. Rather than wanting it, he felt like it was a necessity. The first time in his life that he ever felt such feeling he never knew could exist. He couldn’t comprehend the intuitive feeling he got, that he wouldn’t able to live without it. It was weird but very real to him. He felt alienated from his own feeling, almost like a betrayal.

He wasn’t a normal child to begin with. People secluded him wherever he went. He began to excluded himself from his surroundings and became alone for as long as he could remember. Now it became a habit that he hates. He wasn’t quite sure what he hated the most; his habit or his existence.

He has a family, of course. A loving parents and two younger brothers. But that family isn’t the thing he called home. He is lonely inside the house for most of the time.

His parents taught him well about life and everything else. About religion too. By the time he got introduced to the Holy Bible, it confused him about his very own existence.

He wondered why God putted him there in the loving family he couldn’t called home. Why he met with amazing people that he couldn’t call friends. Or why he kept hurting people that are dearly to himself.

The questions are piling up without none being answered. He decided to ask his parents which the answers couldn’t satisfied his curiosity. He even went to a priest with the same result. Even he asked God in his cries. But he figured God is a shy God.

So he stopped asking around and kept it all by himself. Sometimes it was just too much for him to handle alone.

He presented himself as a normal person on his daily basis. At least it could be shown to the world. But inside, he felt empty. It was pointless to live this life. He would’ve killed himself if it wasn’t a sin like it was told in the Holy Bible.

The thought lingered for twenty years, until had forgotten about his questions, his non existence reason to live, his purpose in life. He was just there, barely existing for something he almost given up on ever finding it. An empty shell.

He lived a meaningless life until one soul gave it a meaning. The soul that touched his core. The soul that saw his existence even it was almost rotten for being kept in the dark for far too long. That was the impossible task he decided to pick on his own will; to live for another soul and call it home.