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How good and hard to earn something is; I find it so useless when acquired. How worthless something is, but if I yearn for it and find it hard to get. Life feels worthless, despite having all the best but not having that. When food is all around, I suffer from dearth of appetite. When I abstain from it, the mind lures me with endless appetite. Wealth, asset, success of others tempt me so much. But when I attain that; it feels so worthless. There is nothing I like or hate. Something which I say, I like and depend on is actually merely out of habit. And what's the use of desire; when the desire does not last. Or the object of desire does not or I do not last.

I am known to belong to the same species as human. And I feel so sorry for myself to be that way. There is nothing worth man could do, that I realise. Creating the solution for the problem he created and then himself getting trapped at it. No man I found ever who spoke well unless he has a hidden agenda. He calls himself the most intelligent of all species. Is he such a fool to score himself so well at the school he himself owns and runs. Philosophies after philosophies, religions after religions, ideas after ideas he manufactured, Only to counter and reject it later. How can I believe in religion when only the hopeless land there. Pushed to it not by his will, but by situation. And never do I see anyone needing it at good times. Why there is nothing than man made unites all. Everybody opposes the other, even be it right. Money and lust is the ONLY language all knows, Be it two people of extreme opinion, but thy are ready to settle, in search wealth and meeting lust. Be it men or women...