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I am living in a world of questions

What it means to feel alive in a world of utopia? Why the world has lost the art to imagine an impossible future beyond the parochial identity and self-interest? What was the motivation behind the division of idealist and practical world? Why do we prefer to achieve the status of "economic man"? Have we lost the touch with nature? Why do people suffer from the amnesia that each and every faith of possession is just like a traveler in an unknown path, which will wither away without any hope to return back? Whether human being is just like a human capital, invested for a better return? Why do we suffer in our own imagination? Why do we believe that name, fame, and identity shall remain alive in the archive of history, even though, the history suggests that the lives of the human's species on the planet is a tiny spec of dust in the vast horizon of Universe's history? Why don't we care to feel the lives around us? Aren't we busy for artificial and superficial achievements, which are insignificant for a blissful life? Why do we desire to amass the garbage? Why do we inflict pain on the minds and hearts of our fellow creatures? Why do we blame the externalities for our own mistakes and sufferings? Why do we write many letters without any touch of feeling? Have we lost the relevance of questions, which may puzzle and penetrate our hearts? Are we living really in a mad race of becoming? What are we becoming even if mind and heart are occupied in anxiety of failures and jealousy? Do we have any identity beyond the name? Do we have any truth beyond the language and its logic? Do we have any law for love and care? Do we have justice beyond the "institutional fetishism"? I have no answer. I am living in a world of questions.

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