Being away and back..

Ponder down deep and the thought of being away struck the very bottom of one's own thinking pit. Where have I been for the past two days? Despite of the initial thought of nothingness when it first happen, the moment you put yourself into one piece again, strangely felt that you are there as though what has gone into the past has its own reason for being so and doing what has done and cannot be undone. It has nothing to do with others and it has nothing to do with you either but it is all for a reason(?). The smallest of event seems to be a path to somewhere and it is all for a reason.