So many Why(s)..

I often wonder – What is the final destination of life’s journey? Why we constantly crave for more success, wealth, relationships and power? Why is this constant craving? Why something is always missing in life? Why we are not complete? Whom we are trying to satisfy? Do we actually get satisfaction (even shortly) after so called success or achieving set goals?
If life is a journey then what is the final destination? If, somehow, we reach at that destination, then would we rest there forever? If yes, then does that mean stagnation and death? If no, then (so-called) final destination is not actually final. There is more to it!
Who are we? Why the self-talk does not allow us to rest? Whom we are talking to? Why our self-talk tells us we are special? That we have special qualities….., further tells us untold stories about others (creates my perceptions and viewpoints)….. However, in reality, we are no one! There are billions above and beyond us.
Why we do not like few people? What is actually wrong with them? Is it their behaviour or thinking that, we do not like? However, what control they have over their behaviour or thinking? Is that not the sum total of their brain-wiring, DNA, family upbringing, culture etc. What control individuals have on any of this? Then, logically, there is no real reason for not liking/hating anyone. Instead, we need compassion for all without judgement.
What is this thing called ‘Destiny’ or ‘Luck’? Many famous authors claim that luck and destiny is nothing.  Man writes his own destiny! They give various examples of successful people like Albert Einstein, Benjamin Franklin etc. to prove their point. But, is it really true? What about the untold stories of people who struggle for basic necessities? They also have big dreams and traits to be successful. Their problem is that they are born in under developed/war torn countries.
As humans, we need everything. Love, wealth, health, social status, family and so on…  However, like all other things, they are temporary as well. So, while we need them, we should not attach to them. Due to temporary nature of everything, we need to learn to detach ourselves from our possessions, still work hard to attain them. I find this quite ironic!
What really is life? From birth till death, we play, win, loose, learn, grow, achieve, build, destruct and finally do not even get a chance to pack-up. Suddenly, we have to leave everything, including our bodies. It is like continuous grand human drama on the stage of planet Earth!
Still in search of more such questions and few answers…

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