Never will I understand why the poor man complained of his bread being steel, nor will I understand why the rich man always feels that he needs more than what he already got. I never asked a blind man what he sees or a deaf woman what she hears. I never bothered to know the answers to such foolish things, but at the moment I was intrigued by the curiosity.

This curiosity ran through my veins like fire ablaze by unfamiliar answers and discoveries. It's like an undying urge that seeks through my skin and mind, making me a mad man to some degree. I wanted all the answers to this world but with every answer came a new question making my drive never ending.

Why the sudden burst of curiosity you may ask, why now? The answer to that is very simple and rather intriguing if I do say so myself. The answer is simply that death has a way of making a normal man turn into the most intellectual being.

As the world continues to spin amongst the universe, more discoveries are made causing more questions to be born. We will never have the answers to all the thousands of questions that lie in our lives. Though it may seem impossible for one person to hold such great knowledge, I rather say it is improbable.

My story doesn't have anything to do with such trivial theory, in fact, my story doesn't even begin here. My story actually began at a country home with a lake on one side, and a high way on the other. My life began with a man who didn't have much of a purpose and a woman who gave him one. So, let us begin this adventure and take on the journey of a man’s life together, shall we?