He stared out of his window with vacant eyes, a blank mind. The scenery of lush greenery outside his house proved to be more relaxing than he had thought. For days now, he had sought refuge from the world by isolating himself in his room and then stare out of his window for hours without end. He needed time to think things over. He needed peace simply so that he could think.

He was in a state of confusion. A lot had happened in the past few days. He had thought of seeking help from his friends, but doing so only created more trouble rather than help. Hinder and not Progress.

A bird flew over to a nearby tree and there it rested. It started chirping a lively tune. He turned his focus to the bird. It was then that he had this thought. How wonderful it is to be so carefree, to not have a worry in the world. The bird stretched out its wings and with a few flaps or so, it took to the sky, and the next moment it had disappeared. Where it had flown to he was not sure, but he knew that it would not be a place that was overwhelming with confusion and troubles.

I cannot finish up this 'short story' becuase I myself have no idea how to solve my problems. If one can't deal with his problems, how is he able to solve it with words?