What is it that we strive for? What could be the cause of this listlessness in our beings? We complicate our lives with unnecessary mistiness and then we complain about unhappiness. Our life is like an economic situation in which one has to constantly keep running just to stand where one is as if it were a treadmill without a stop button. We are constantly chasing an unknown variable that is supposed to be the key to the magical world of happiness. All our pursuits, our desires, our ambitions direct us to that hazy, shimmering promise that is supposedly there, somewhere in the dark abyss of the unknown, waiting to be penetrated by the brave and adventurous. But this tail-chasing just makes us spiral after elusive mirages and leaves us with nothing at the end. Its like one runs around catching snow flakes but only gets one's hands wet.
It's probably because we live for others and not for ourselves. We are always thinking of what others are thinking and not what is going on in our heads. Other people's approval matters more than our own conviction. This inevitably pushes us down the alley to seeking validation. We are driven by a need to be accepted by others rather than by our own conscious. Our lives are just a farce, a pretence at life. But what does it matter when everyone living is living a farce?
What is the point of living such meaningless lives? Lives that amount to nothing, lives that are mediocre and are lived for no purpose at all but for the sole reason that there is no other alternative. What is the point of going through the same emotions, impulses, sensations etc that almost every other human and even possibly animals experience? And the irony of all ironies is that we set such a score by this old, hackneyed and cliched movie that plays out in every one's lives. What could possibly be so great about selling fancy pencils in the most enterprising way and then celebrating such a sorry accomplishment?
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