Sometimes faith disintegrates; sometimes, it is harder to believe. And life, does not even exist, you start believing and conjuring up theories on how we are creating and imagining everything around you. Maybe you do not exist. Maybe everything and every single moment is just a dream- a plot. The dreadful nightmare that goes on for ages, until you die; and then awaken from the horrific slumber to find yourself in a dark room, with impenetrable walls. It is not a dream anymore; now it is real. You have awaken, you have awaken. This is reality, this is life. This is death, this is the awakening.