There are some blank days in my life when I wonder what I am doing. These are the days when the brain keeps fighting with the ghost, an imaginary devil whose job is to keep fighting me and making me believe about nothing.

When I say nothing, it simply means why are you running? What is the purpose of doing all this? What are your accomplishments? What is all this nonsense? Why can you not sit idle and be in one place? Is this what you wanted from life?

The can was full of thoughts aimed at weakening me. So far, I have been kicking its butt and walking fearlessly by living in this moment.