Purpose

Along a heavily trodden way she sat where many people came and went. Some of whom she loved and thus began to walk their side. Her heart whiter than white, now stomped upon by their indifference bore not retribution but confusion. With a steely resolve she marched, only to find more unanswerable questions. She panicked most of the way, not revealing her questions in mind. Then came along more people to whom she gave her second chance. Some people black and some people white, each of them left her baffled than those before. "What is the objective of all this", she thought. Resuming her walk along this path, more was the animosity she saw. Only this time none gained her reaction. For she has become a moving husk, filled not with questions no more but void. Somewhere along this path she recalled, the purpose was to just observe.