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Dreams... no more

A long time ago, once when I was walking home from college with my friend, I asked what she would like to do after PUC. She said with a dreamy sigh, "I wish to be a doctor."
Our dialogue went on thus:
I: Why?
She: I want to go to America.
I: Why?
She: To earn lots of money.
I: Then?
She: I would enjoy life, marry.
I: Then?
She: I would have kids.
I: Then?
She: After becoming very rich, marrying, having kids, I will become old.
I: Then? (She got angry)
She: Then what? I will die.
I asked her: If after all the things that you do, you are finally going to be old and die, why do you need to got to America? You can die here in India too.
She had no answer. What is the purpose of life? I don't know. But I do know what it is not.
  

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  1. AnonymousJune 6, 2012 at 9:13 PM

    ... apparently, God gifted the human species the supreme intelligence and supreme freedom to figure out a righteous purpose of life - the goal & the path
    ... and, apparently, keep eliminating what is not THAT is a way to go about it...

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