He once started to find the world, but it was so difficult to find it.
He knew neither where to go, nor where to look for it.
He was trembling every single step he used to take, no matter how full of courage he was.
Roads full of thorns ahead and he stayed back, showing cowardliness.
But the horse inside him was denying to stay back. It was there, waiting for the time when the thorns become buds to gallop cheerfully.
It was then when he realised that the weight of birth was unbearable for a human to keep walking.
That either you keep walking or stop.
It was something else who told him to keep going and forget the voices of the carnivorous society.