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Nothing compares to you?

No, you are nobody. Not a special Being sent to existence on a mission. There is no purpose for your being. Your life does not matter to the equilibrium of the Universe. Your flutter is not going to send shockwaves anywhere. Not even a ripple.  You are propelled to Earth by mere chance; the right protein unwasted, utilised meaningfully at the right place at the correct time. Conversely, you could have been just a flushed down debris amongst the many putrefying wasteful effluents of humanity.

You are not chosen. Neither are those around you. Neither of you is selected for each other either. The bond that you build along the way is just brittle as the next heart that you break in your next tour of duty called life. Everyone is for himself when it matters most. The filial piety that you give or expect is just societal arrangements to ensure that the unproductive segment of the crowd is responsibly assigned to someone. The cloud of guilt hovers over its shirkers. This kind of arrangement had worked fine all this while, why change now? The young expected their elders, who still continue the original sin of their fathers, to provide for them not matter what. It seems to be their birthright. Anyway, the offsprings never chose to be born or had the choice of choosing their parents.

There is no personified guiding force to act as a guardian angel. There is no one tallying your merit and demerit points. No one is there to open your book to assign the tenure in heaven or hell. The fear of rebirth and suffering again is to ensure community functions, not punishment. When you fade away, you just do that; from memory and physical presence. If you are lucky, you will leave a legacy, which would only be appreciated when you are gone. The legacy, mind you, is inversely proportional to the number of years spent on Earth. As they say, only the good die young meaning the living are evil!

There are no wrong constellations that determine your actions and outcomes. Or the work of ogles or Satan to blame. It is all the actual effect of your doing. Do not blame planet Saturn to screw up seven years of life. No, it does occupy your house or cast a shadow on your shining stars. It is all in your mind and your action.

No, the divine forces cannot be cajoled to alter the course of the Universe just to suit your convenience. Nature does not give a damn about your well-being. It is a proud self-fulfilling force which does it works in tandem to maintain the yin and the yang.

It all takes a catastrophe for humankind to be jolt into self-realisation. At the heights of the insurgency, the primal desire to survive would dominate. Choosing between self and loved ones, it is only in romantic novels that love conquers all. In reality, it is self beyond charity. 
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