Humans have evolved from a far point. Yet I feel like I am moving backwards. I have the instinct to kill-barehanded and with teeth. I have the instinct to defend my territory. I have the instinct to run all the way home to the wild. I have instincts, and my instincts tell me that this caged up world is not my home. Then where is my home?- you may think I will ask myself, but my question is- what am I if I am not the human my kind expect me to be?