Homo Sapiens

 




Does our life hold any meaning without morals? This is the question I always wanted to find answer of. When I see around I see people living just for themselves. I heard someone saying once that life is about giving not taking. Is it? Then why everyone is trying to snatch everything possible from others. Why love is done with terms and conditions apply? What is the line that separate ego from self-respect? What is the difference between self-love and being self-centred?

Why is the spotlight always on us? How killing someone and eat gives us pleasure? I thought humans are intelligent than anyone else alive, this is what they claim at least. Then why is our life so miserable? Why we have anxiety, anger, enmity and much more in us? Is this how our intelligence work better than others? By creating self-destructive machine inside us? 

Is our mind something to be controlled? Or to explore and expand to draw new lines? Why we have to take pills to control our mind? The way our mind works is something which all others creatures lacks and what we make out of it? Anxiety and so many other names like depression. Isn't our happiness and sorrow is something that lives inside us or a note of RS2000 comes and say lets go I have some happiness for you. Why are we constantly working towards making our lives more disturbed? Is that a problem to be happy with what you have? Is it that bad an option I am asking. Begging for happiness from non-living things is our idea of success? If I say I have seen a millionaire crying and a poor man smiling will you trust me? HAPPINESS IS A CHOICE. This is something inside you, don't try to find it in the outer world.


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