Everybody realizes one day or the other that life is one.

Striving to make one’s presence known, struggling, fighting every single minute so that you could do the same the next minute. We were supposed to be humans so why are we running the rat race..?? A new kid being born every second, born into bondage just like the rest of us. He’ll struggle for his existence just like us, he’ll struggle to keep his relations, he’ll save each penny so that he can buy a house, he’ll work late hours to earn money so that he can maintain his lifestyle. Do we really need all this, was this the purpose of us being born. What do you call people like the T.V. actor who committed suicide yesterday are they really cowards or are they brave enough to change the thing which is wrong. Isn’t this the biggest disease what man kind has? Have you ever taken out the time to take a long calm breath and realize why are you running? Are you running towards life or running away..?? Doesn’t the tranquil scent of death seem more beckoning than life?? Doesn’t one have more peace on the other side?

Getting up everyday following the same crappy ritual over and over again. Doing all the things you hate, loathing yourself for what you are doing & still getting up everyday to do the same. For those who don’t even have the time to realize this, it is bliss just like the bird who closes his eyes when he sees the cat coming. But the truth will still remain that with every breath you take death is closing on you. What do people who realize this do..?? is stopping to live a solution? Or should one make each second of your life more meaningful by chasing your dreams.. but what if by chasing your own dreams you get stuck in the same rat race, get stuck in the same run of the mill job, still ending up living your life the way you didn’t want to. Is the whole thing fair?? That’s why it is a disease. Look at people who slog their asses all day long doing some work which really doesn’t concern them and then get drunk in the night just to forget the whole thing so that they can go about the same thing the next day again.

You see the morning newspapers and see people fighting for territory fighting for money fighting for power, was this what man was created to do..? You throw away the paper indifferently cuz you just have too much of your own problems. The bills which you still have to clear, to pay off the next installment of the loan you took for the house. Look at the old man who is too old to even go next door, look at the regret on his face that he didn’t take enough vacations, that he didn’t spend enough time with his family so that he could earn more money for them, that he did what he did because he didn’t have a choice.

What’s the fault of the child who was just born with it, a disease, a dangerous congenital disease.