Why do I work hard to achieve more? Why can’t I be content with what I have?
Why my planner is always packed? Why can’t I simply sit and take rest?
Why do I need to think about the meaning of life? Why can’t I forget all such madness?
I know we all live and die.. but “Why did it bloom, if it’s going to wither?” or was it to leave just some legacy?
“We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born”– – Richard Dawkins
So immortality is not an answer to these questions. And death may not be the ultimate destination.
Maybe the answer lies in one’s own interpretations.
Cherish every moments of life and Take a step back and laugh at yourself
Give up everything and be a monk..
Is it possible to have a grey stage between these two..?