Another Morning

Sometimes it is difficult to wake up in the morning when you know that you have nothing meaningful to do the entire day. You get a bit more down when you see people around you running, going about their own lives. We are jealous of others, no matter what they think about themselves. And we defend ourselves at times too, magnifying the boons of our and the the banes of their lives.

Having a lot of time in my hands leads me to ponder over one of the most profound questions man has been trying to find an answer to - why do I exist? Of course, religions have tried to answer this question for many, but there is always a silent general consensus that nobody actually knows the answer. Philosophical discussion with oneself, being the most entertaining method to kill time without using any other resource than your time, has been popular among homo sapiens since the beginning of the species. Everyone tries to find the answer in his/her own way.

And as Marx said, the ideas of the ruling become the ruling ideas. So, in general, we calculate the meaningfulness of the life of a person by his contribution to the market. There have been times when spiritual contribution was the one that mattered - that was when religion controlled man. It may seem foolish now but a great number of man-hours and intellectual capital have gone into elucidating the exact structure of heaven and hell and the various places in between that today we mock at. And tomorrow, our children may   mock us for running after bits of paper and electrical signals.

We may or may not believe in our meaningfulness; we may or may not follow the trends and fads of today; those trends and fads may or may not last. Who knows what lies beyond? I cannot say even about today. Or even the next moment. Life is unpredictable. Live it.