While drafting the pages of our lives, at times we scribble them, and thus wonder how to reverse them. You and I wish that was possible. Despite the silent reading, our lives are a book in progress; we keep writing these invisible lines until we breathe our last. Will our lives last? That said, how are you taking your life? You were born into the world, yet you wonder why you are here. Blind to the meaning of life, you mess up with your life. Honestly, our birth was not planned so much that all should go well. What a Warfield you haven’t felt! While a kid, you were taken by the hand and led everywhere by the parents. This was a long process; you enjoyed their company and instruction, but grew and felt outgrown the need of direction and protection. There you are! What direction are you taking now? Are you going to google it? Believe me, that’s also misleading. Obviously, you are more likely to go off the track. And when astray, are you going back to google it? Or are you crying out to God? You want to find your way back to life, but are blind to that too. Immersed in drugs, you sink and sink; you are going down to pit. Eagerly, the enemy is coming your way. As lost, how are you hiding from him, the owner of the territory? Rather, you’ve become an easy prey. Like a hen protecting its chicks, parents were your very protection, but you ran away from their care into the drug snare. Now you’re drug dependent. How to shake free from these chains is what you missing out on; apology to your wife is what you lacking; committing suicide to yourself is inevitably looming. Before it’s too late, why don’t you throw drug and resentment away? Your daggers away? It’s time to stop looking daggers at everyone around you and humble yourself. Notwithstanding those to blame, you and I have to mind our own steps in the world instead, as they determine our fate.