Nothing

Nothing makes sense. Nothing at all. Why are we here. What are we doing? We are just feeling our tiny egos. With every promotion, with every relation, with every friend, with every picture and with every post and every step, we are feeding the ego little by little. Drop by drop. This collection of small and big achievements makes us who we are. From being happy and proud about waking up early to having started your own company. We are looking for ways to be happy about our life. About ourselves. Confusing pride with happiness and possession with satisfaction. Sex with love, lack of things with poverty and money with prosperity. We are filling this vessel of mind with pride which we confuse with happiness one drop at a time. So much that there’s nothing else inside. You know how it’s true? Tell me who you are if it’s not your job, not your clothes, not a friend’s friend, not your father’s son, your mother’s daughter, not your car, not your body. Who are you ? What are you? Ever think of that ?

Our whole identity based on external factors like the workout schedule, your talents, skills, jobs, relations, friends and body. None of these you own. None of these you can take with you. Non of these earned by you. They were a gift. A gift from destiny. A gift from the universe. Then what is yours ?