Life's precious gift

For all the struggle and survival in this game called life, Death is the ultimate precious gift life has to offer. In the death bed [or lack of it], what matters the most? What is the fuss - the place I live, the person I love, the dress I wear, the food i eat, the power or influence I have - all about? 

What is the meaning of the self image “I', as I know it? where does it matter the most? Who believes this and who wants to adore it? What matters in this place [for e.g., money, fame, title] does it even make sense in a different place / society? Can i survive in the streets of an unknown place, or for that matter, even in a known place, with just what this “I” can offer? 

A lot of self analysis or an introspection of my own being is a matter or time and interest. I am surrounded by people who realizes my very own existence only at the time of their needs - when there is no need, nobody even cares about me or my whereabout? such is life and such is the selfishness. what did i earn in this part of my living [or is it just existing] so far? Much more importantly, what did i learn from this experience?

If life is a game then, the game is life; Why take it seriously? Ultimately, no one comes out “alive"!

so long,

bright

Musings of my kids - Blood

I was chatting with my kids inquiring about their day at school. One kid, in Kinder Garten, told that he learned about blood in the science class.  Out of curiosity,

Me: Interesting. what did you learn about blood?

Kid: Human beings have blood. All animals have blood.

Me: Good. What else did you learn?

Kid: Blood is red in color.

Me: Why is blood red?

[he thought for a while]

Kid: because it rhymes with blood, BLOOD :: RED

What can I say?

With amusement,

bright