• I was known to be smart.
    I was known to be always top.
    I was known...


    Alone in the night, I wondered.
    What's the sense of life?
    I asked so many questions.
    Can I imagine myself alone?
    Can I feel being alone?
    I answered, yes.
    So I felt happy, since I can still answer questions.


    But then I asked myself again.
    What does it mean to be smart?
    Is it to know what's right from wrong?
    Is it to know every answer to every question?
    Is it to know what's the truth from what's not?
    Is it to know how to deceive people?
    Is it to know what is really the meaning of being smart?

    Then I realized, I questioned my own question.
    I was known to be smart.
    I was known to be always top.
    I was known...

    But after that night I realized, that there's only 2 things I know.
    The world is filled with lies and hatred, some people deceive others, some themselves, which makes it hard for us people who is curious to every question, for every answer, because the truth always hides between the lies.
    How would I know if my name is really my name?
    How would I know if evil is really good and good is really evil?
    How would I know if I'm really a human being in a real world and not in a show?
    How would I know if my answer to every question is really the right one?
    How?...
    Even if I try to answer these questions, I'm still unsure about my answer.

    I thought I was smart enough to know things, but then on that night I just started realizing things, I didn't deserve to be called smart, I didn't deserve anything because...

    "THE ONLY THING I KNOW IS THAT I DIDN'T KNOW ANYTHING."