Why the capacity to think?
Why the earth?
Why the diversity?
Why the discrimination?
What is the purpose of life whem the ultimate fate is to turn into dust?
Why such advancement if all that a living soul needs is food to eat, a roof for shelter and comforts of home and companionship?
Weren’t we alive as we are today when we were early human beings?
But why life?
What’s the use of it?
It matters to none in this vast universe.
It wouldn’t matter if the earth was dead.
The planets would have still revolved.
The sun and stars would still shine.
The meteors and meteoroids would still fall.
You see the life doesn’t affect the happenings of the universe.
Then why life?
If all that is meant to happen will happen anyways then why are we concious?
Why are we the concious souls?
And why even humans have been given such intelligence if all that we do is inflicting pain on other living souls?