Finally, one day, I decided to give up chicken. But then, I decided against it. The very same day, I met a man on the road.
"How do you feel?", I asked.
"Sick", he replied.
"Oh. Whats it like?"
"Makes sense I guess"
Then , I was silent. I became very uncomfortable and I ran away. I ran so fast it made me feel happy. It made me feel alive. Then, I died.
As I stood among the molten flames, everything fell apart, then culminated into an unreal, unsure, cold, unforgiving existence. And it feels sick. And i understand everything now.