"Stop the cycle!", I commanded myslef. Unfortunately, I stopped the cycle I was riding on not the one which was riding on me - the one with wheels of pleasure and pain.
Nothing matters when one goes for a solo trip leaving behind all the desires and bondages. What matters is the realization that even a bit of mercilessness is not necessary to do such an action by an able youth who can support a bunch of people if she choose otherwise.
When I was hearing a very sad song, an Oracle told me that the song I was hearing was the saddest of songs. Suddenly, I became happy knowing that I had reached the bottom of the well of sadness and there was nothing deeper than that. Even more spontaneously, I became curious of the irony behind all those strange happenings.