Dread engulfs me as I think about the sanctity of my inherited habitation. I wonder whether distance has separated us or is it the other train of thought that has carried us farther away to north. The emotional conscious fills the air around and tries to assert its influence where the individualistic notions have settled in. There is still a cloud about the tower of individualism, whether it is worth the climb or shall one just desert it and retreat. However, if the journey hasn't been taken, who shall reveal the mystery and be the guide to others. It is impossible to say that one does not do things for others as the invisible chains bound us together and our actions shall bear consequences to all. Shall this journey not then be embarked upon? It might perhaps be a release from idleness, and the esteem that the self lost at its own cave. Is it wrong that the feet grows cold now to think whether to retrace its steps to rejoin the past dwelling and to lead the renewal of those famil...