Excuse me for getting a lil' bit philosophical here. Actually a lot of times, I think, philosophy and pseudo-intellectualism are used interchangeably. Like the Langda tyaagi would say it in Omkaara " Chutiye or Bewakoof mein sirf a dhaagey jitna farak hovey hai " :-)
It somehow seems like a conspiracy ( which amongst the sophisticated, is called "maaya").
The number of things that lie outside one's reach is a constant. We stretch and strain and keep increasing the circumference. but in the long term, i am not sure if it serves any good. So the key is either to enjoy what lies inside the circumference already or like the effort to increase the circumference.
It then starts to seem like a process similar to a kid accumulating sea shells at the beach. There is no good use of that at home and mom might throw it in garbage. but he still loves to continuously increase his ownership till the time he realises the futility of it. and this ever-deceiving pleasure/happiness is keeping the world going.
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