Thursday, June 23, 2005
Life
As the famous Linkin Park song titled, "In the End" goes ..
" I tried so hard, and got this far .. In the end, it doesn't even matter...! "
I am here, today, right now. I am here, tomorrow. Who knows what's in store tomorrow for any one of us, even to the point, if tomorrow exists et al!?
Each and every one of us, are living and wroking and lets say, are busy. We are doing, what we are doing, but what are we doing this for? One day, all this will be over. Life will be over from the form that we know of, to something that is unknown and is known as Death.
So basically, all I have is Life, in these couple of years, and then one day, it will be all over, and I'd be gone forever. Gone in such a manner, as never to return back, Ever! Not in one year, not in one hundred years, and not in a zillion years. What happens to Earth and life, I won't be here. And I would be gone. Over and out, forever.
And one by one, all of us, everything would be gone, and would be gone forever and ever. We don't know if Life somewhere else exists. Even if it does, we are a done deal. We finish. Earth finishes. And one fine day, there is nothing. And I mean there is NOTHING. No one waking up or sleeping or something. No birds, no trees, no humans, no species, no plants, no nothing et al.
Whether what we have will ever come again, I do not know. Whether what all we have, will come back again sometime, I do not know. Nor do I think anyone other than the creater of this Life form has this answer.
We are running and running and running, trying to please others, trying to make everyone happy. When do we have time for ourselves. When do we do, what we / I as an individual wants to do? This is MY Life, my very own. Just like everyone else's, I have a right to live my life, the way I want. Why work under someone and deal with all the crap? Tomorrow, I'm going to be gone, forever. And if that is going to happen, why am I waisting these very precious moments of my life, not doing what I want to do, and doing what others expect out of me. Why am I doing so? And if I look around, its not just me, its everyone. What are we doing? We are just busy into whatever we are doing and life is moving on towards an end, towards may be a new beginning, which is unknown, but it is a definite end of me, my conciousness, my being, my presence, my individuality.
" I tried so hard, and got this far .. In the end, it doesn't even matter...! "
I am here, today, right now. I am here, tomorrow. Who knows what's in store tomorrow for any one of us, even to the point, if tomorrow exists et al!?
Each and every one of us, are living and wroking and lets say, are busy. We are doing, what we are doing, but what are we doing this for? One day, all this will be over. Life will be over from the form that we know of, to something that is unknown and is known as Death.
So basically, all I have is Life, in these couple of years, and then one day, it will be all over, and I'd be gone forever. Gone in such a manner, as never to return back, Ever! Not in one year, not in one hundred years, and not in a zillion years. What happens to Earth and life, I won't be here. And I would be gone. Over and out, forever.
And one by one, all of us, everything would be gone, and would be gone forever and ever. We don't know if Life somewhere else exists. Even if it does, we are a done deal. We finish. Earth finishes. And one fine day, there is nothing. And I mean there is NOTHING. No one waking up or sleeping or something. No birds, no trees, no humans, no species, no plants, no nothing et al.
Whether what we have will ever come again, I do not know. Whether what all we have, will come back again sometime, I do not know. Nor do I think anyone other than the creater of this Life form has this answer.
We are running and running and running, trying to please others, trying to make everyone happy. When do we have time for ourselves. When do we do, what we / I as an individual wants to do? This is MY Life, my very own. Just like everyone else's, I have a right to live my life, the way I want. Why work under someone and deal with all the crap? Tomorrow, I'm going to be gone, forever. And if that is going to happen, why am I waisting these very precious moments of my life, not doing what I want to do, and doing what others expect out of me. Why am I doing so? And if I look around, its not just me, its everyone. What are we doing? We are just busy into whatever we are doing and life is moving on towards an end, towards may be a new beginning, which is unknown, but it is a definite end of me, my conciousness, my being, my presence, my individuality.
