The night was silent as a whisper, there isn't a sound at all. Even the slightest pin-drop that falls onto the ground was clear and distinct. The young little boy sat on the wooden bench, under the big, wide tree in the park. The tall lanky lamp post illuminated at the spot where he sat. He was quiet and still, all alone in the park. Only perhaps the crickets that were seemed oblivious in the night were the only things that had accompanied him in the night, even so much so it did not bothered him as he was deep in thoughts. His mind ran wild with thoughts and events that could occur. What could have been wrong? What have i done to cause this to happen? Why does it occur so? What should i have done? What should i do?

Sometimes it is just a problem or two that keeps you wondering in a perpetual circle, endless and never ending. It seems that every problem arise a new problem and another. Alternatively, you may be trapped in your own enigma, searching real long and hard for the truth, the enlightenment that you wish to achieve that guides you through your years and understand the journey of life, but is not easy to obtain success. The true problem lies within ourselves as we are the ones who are the real problem. By only we deal with ourselves then can we solve the rest of our problems.

Man is his worst enemy, only can he defeat himself within then can he be considered victorious.