A man whose house is across the street, in front of my house is a lunatic. He is in his 60s and has no certain jobs. His house is a small shabby hut surrounded by bushes. He wears worn-out clothes. I've never seen him hang any washed clothes. I guess he doesn't do laundry. He doesn't have tap water but a well. He doesn't own any vehicles. He lives alone by himself. Each day, he walks his way to another district which is around 11 km away to do what...who knows? Maybe begging for some money. Seeing him struggle with his life, I began to wonder what's the point to live when there's no future for him. Well, I would consider an easier way if I were him. Well...maybe it's because he's insane. That's why he doesn't think much about living. If he is able to think about it a bit, he will see that he's now living for nothing. And what's the point for that? Whether it's today or tomorrow, his life will always still be the same. It's like passing each day and night is already a blessing for him. When there's nothing to look forward to, it's sad indeed. That's too depressing.