The Significance Of This Beautiful Little Thing Called Life

I basically write when I want to express something, something which I feel should be expressed. This kind of feeling… I do not get often, so just bear with me and I promise to deliver. This particular post is about the amount of importance I give to justify my existence as a Human Being to make Life worthwhile!

Basically I’m trying to be rational, not that you might not find me to be the same but just that I’m getting my objectives straight. We have this beautiful little thing called Life, oh, yes, we call it Life for good reasons and for bad you have your souls to blame it for.

Now let us take me for an example. (I’m doing this so that I might not be you and only you can find the difference. You might not agree with me but Fuck it… This is how I am.) Let us stick to the schedule and get to know what I’m worth of.

Every night I go to sleep on a plush mattress, which I’m not worth it. I get up to the smell of hot brewed coffee which is waiting right in front of me. I’m not worth it. I turn on the music system, so that I can listen to some peaceful soul stirring music. I’m not worth of this either. My dad works his ass off and I’m busy using products founded/manufactured/marketed by Bill Gates, Steve Jobs, J. R. D. Tata (late), Royal Enfield, Nokia, Adidas, Tommy Hilfiger and the list goes on. I’m not worth the money I spend on them. I hang out with my buddies (I’m not worth of them too) at places where the page 3 culture has been in dominance. See this one, I’m clearly not worth it. I ogle at female sex all the time, this is a very bad habit and I’m not worth it. All the edible things that enter my mouth, I’m not worth it. The clean water I use, No, I’m not worth it. There are a whole lot of intrinsic to extrinsic things that I’m not worth of.

But all I know is that I have this beautiful little thing called Life and I sure know that I’m going to make the journey very worthwhile!