It’s strange that how unconcerned are we about ourselves. We grow up, try hard to become successful according to our own or the world’s standards of success. Many of us fail in the efforts, few of us succeed.
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We merrily reproduce or at least participate in the process creating another bunch of people to go through the same cycle. We have been doing this for thousands of years. Funny enough, even the least capable also makes an effort to reproduce.
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But why do we do it? Why do we live to die?
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We become island (most of us do not agree) and do not know what is happening else where. We even lose track of our parents, who produced us.
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And one fine day, we become nothing. We disappear as if we never existed. People can argue that we remember Gandhi etc. But does Gandhi know what happened to him???
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