Death, it is often said, is a great leveller. For, this strikes everyone regardless of caste, creed, and economic status. It is not known how many feel the same, but every time a funeral procession passes by my way, the feeling of nothingness overwhelms me.
Its a throb in the heart, the throb turns to pain of overwhelming guilty on the realisation that life finally comes to a nought, regardless of one's achievement and stature. The pursuit of materialistic pleasure has benumbed the subtler qualities of humanity - benevolence, fortitude, and sense of justice.
Hasn't enlightenment always shone on us in retrospect after tragedies have struck us up close and personal, rather than in foresight. Haven't we realised something or some one's worth only after we have lost it.
Its my fond hope and prayer that I don't lose the subtler qualities in me as I pursue my materialistic dream. I want to die a good human being, better than merely dying as a successful one.
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