Life is a stupid, aimless, chemical compound, like water, like salt, like any other crystal. It is inherently tragic, because it is meaningless and it ends in death. Every life is tragic, but human lives are more, because we are the only animal who knows that it is going to die and yet tries to live like there is no death. We go around our daily business with great enthusiasm, we battle for better life, for money and riches and love and sex and pleasure as if we are eternal. We deny death to ourselves. Death is always for others. Even if we try to understand death, our cells deny it and push us forward in this journey. Like a computer that is programmed to work endlessly and can't escape it's program, we run endlessly on the path to death and often forget to enjoy the beauties of the road.
And yet, at the end of the day, even Rockefellers and Genchizes of this world die and don't carry any of that wealth and power with themselves to the other world. Even they get the same as the next homeless guy at the corner of the street, a few feet of land 6 feet under for their bones. So why do they heave and try so hard and put so much stress and fear and anxiety and sorrow upon themselves while they know it is all useless? Why don't they take it easy like a fakir in India? What do they get out of all this anxiety and stress at the end of the day?
And yet.....
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