Since yesterday, I have been thinking on the lines that can only be considered fatalist. Suddenly, life’s problems appear so trivial, like an itch feels when you have a pain somewhere else. The recent death of my cousins has left me wondering at the vulnerability of human life. We work hard, we cheat, we try all sorts of things to have a good life, and for the purpose of self gratification. And yet one day everything goes away like they never existed. Everything goes down the drain. The follies of us mere mortals lead us to ways that that philosophically immoral. Yet we do, because we want more.
The best lives are those that are spent helping others. The goal of life isn’t to satisfy oneself, but to make the life easier for others. And when the goal is reached, you are promoted to the next level. I guess that’s what the rishis of India strived for centuries ago. What are we doing?