Everything.
If you're alive and kicking it's a reason to give thanks to the higher powers. You've got 24 hours in a day, everyone has the same time too. Who's using it better? You are.
See, if you consider all other things being equal, we're all going to die. Some of us will be remembered once we are gone, others will become a part of the celestial dust, just some ink on paper or digital garbage in some file somewhere. That's all that some of us might amount to. And you know the funny thing, it's okay. It doesn't matter. Nothing really matters in the long run. The things we sweat and struggle and toll about only affect us till the moment we're alive. Once we shuffle off the mortal coil, become a part of the stars or some shit, our problems become someone else's problems.
So, maybe the hard work you're doing is for others. For the next generations. Maybe they'll value it, maybe they won't. You will not have a way to know.
Because, after all, luck is also a factor. Honest, hardworking, able, confident, real people get fucked because they happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. At the same time, thieves, scoundrels, and monsters keep living amongst us, and they thrive! Thrive!
It's like watching a shitty twitter account gain followers, while you've been toiling away at twitter every day with expertly crafted tweets that you painstakingly go over to look for typos and grammar issues. Who the fuck cares and what the fuck does it matter?
But Pallav, you say, *I* care! I care about my follower count, what I leave for the future generations when I leave the world, I want to leave a name, I want to leave my-mark-on-the-face-of-the-planet.
To which, I'd reply, really? Do you often kid yourself like this? You're just playing yourself, my friend. In a 100 years or so, nothing is going to matter because the planet is going to either die a heat death or get involved in water wars so fierce that it will wipe out maximum population of the world and most of the people who've read this blog post.
So who's right at the end? You or me? I am.
Oh, and comments are open right now. Write a few words if you disagree with me or want to tell me to fuck off and shove a print out of this post where the sun don't shine.
If you're alive and kicking it's a reason to give thanks to the higher powers. You've got 24 hours in a day, everyone has the same time too. Who's using it better? You are.
See, if you consider all other things being equal, we're all going to die. Some of us will be remembered once we are gone, others will become a part of the celestial dust, just some ink on paper or digital garbage in some file somewhere. That's all that some of us might amount to. And you know the funny thing, it's okay. It doesn't matter. Nothing really matters in the long run. The things we sweat and struggle and toll about only affect us till the moment we're alive. Once we shuffle off the mortal coil, become a part of the stars or some shit, our problems become someone else's problems.
So, maybe the hard work you're doing is for others. For the next generations. Maybe they'll value it, maybe they won't. You will not have a way to know.
Because, after all, luck is also a factor. Honest, hardworking, able, confident, real people get fucked because they happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. At the same time, thieves, scoundrels, and monsters keep living amongst us, and they thrive! Thrive!
It's like watching a shitty twitter account gain followers, while you've been toiling away at twitter every day with expertly crafted tweets that you painstakingly go over to look for typos and grammar issues. Who the fuck cares and what the fuck does it matter?
But Pallav, you say, *I* care! I care about my follower count, what I leave for the future generations when I leave the world, I want to leave a name, I want to leave my-mark-on-the-face-of-the-planet.
To which, I'd reply, really? Do you often kid yourself like this? You're just playing yourself, my friend. In a 100 years or so, nothing is going to matter because the planet is going to either die a heat death or get involved in water wars so fierce that it will wipe out maximum population of the world and most of the people who've read this blog post.
So who's right at the end? You or me? I am.
Oh, and comments are open right now. Write a few words if you disagree with me or want to tell me to fuck off and shove a print out of this post where the sun don't shine.
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