I spent my whole life understanding myself, fighting for my identity, and found reality that…

Mustika doesn’t really exist. 

She’s just a story, a collection of memories, and a set of inherited beliefs.

“Mustika” is only a fictional identity. A role on the stage of existence. 

It’s not my real Self.

This makes me want to laugh. It’s such a funny plot twist.

This game of life is great.

My real self is not attached to anything, and not defined by anything.