But what expectations? Why is there a constant pressure to live up to other people's expectations when nobody should be expecting anything out of your miserable life apart from you yourself? Why are we so afraid of another, when we are not so different after all? What is there to be afraid of? At the end of the day, we end up at the same place in the same state.
We are not so different from a piece of wood, or a bar of gold, or a wilting flower, or a new-born calf. Humans should really stop making such a big deal out of themselves.
Sometimes I can't help but wonder, why God created us to have all these different kinds of emotions and characteristics. Above all, why did God create us with stark consciousness? Why make us such proud creatures when at the end of the day, we are in fact so truly insignificant and forgettable as compared to the whole universe?
I mean, do stars feel pride before they die? Are they willing to let go of the energy they will gradually cease to have when they die? Are stars proud too? Or do they graciously accept their destinies and give it up quietly?
I guess that is one of the many things I will never find out before I die.
