The thing about abandoned things is they remind us of the fact that even the most useful things have to retire. We think we are very important, in our hustle to keep life and it's responsibilities intact we forget that this world can perfectly survive without us. We don't dare to stop, sit on a bench and observe life. We fear that if we stop we'll lose something. That something is nothing but a vain hustle to keep up with the world. But as years slip from our hands and we finally get rusted, it's only then we sit on the shore of our life and realize that all of our struggle was for nothing, what if we had stopped time to time to observe and evaluate life we might have ended up somewhere else.