What is life for me?
I see a lot of people around me with sad faces. Unsatisfied with their life. But Why? Do we really know the meaning of life? Are we really living at the moment? I talk to many people and find one similarity in all of them. They all are waiting for a good time. Struggling in their life in their own way. But why are they struggling in the first place? As I am growing old, one thing which gets clear is , life is a journey not a destination. There is no one-stop but a serial of stops where we will reach and spend time, then move for the next station of life. We are so much afraid of separation but we all forgot that nothing is immortal, we all have to leave the stage at some point in time and the same thing applies to others. We should enjoy every moment of time spent with loved ones and not worry about their separation. I also often see people cursing their luck for their situation in life. But are we really at the position because of luck? Does luck really exist? If ...