When people get anxious of my habit of throwing away my meagre money, I wonder why not? I never wanted to save, for reasons which are numerous and generally irrefutable by logic and therefore often left unuttered. However, in this post let me babble them, although partially at best.
First, it shows a person’s outlook is driven by fear and anxiety and discomfort about the unknown future. I do not know what breakfast I will have tomorrow, and therefore it is rather silly to imagine my “old age”. I am not imagining someone suddenly comes and give me their wealth and therefore, my savings would be completely futile compared to that inheritance!
Second, what made me think I will live till “old age”? I, the sense of me, is being morphed left and right. Who decides old age?
Third, if I have to save for myself – is that life worthy to continue??? Shouldn’t the other keep me alive if I am truly somebody important! Otherwise what is the difference between me and an amoeba! Birth, feeding, procreation and death – same! I couldn’t care less of that abominable amoebimable life!
In stead, I will drown my soul pathetiqually in the soul-itude of melancholia of my hero! Enjoy! :
I am very tired today – may be we will discuss it, someday in near future!
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