The life we are currently in is like we are playing super Mario. To win imaginary levels we are running. We call it a goal, prestige, and power.
How much these mattered to us when we were kids? Were we not innocent and lived in now?
We are running for more and creating imaginary metrics for our success. How much in inner self needs it? At times our family, parents get backfoot for this. Is it really worth it?
Can we not live a life where we have enough time for us, family and loved ones? Why are we running like monkeys and chasing imaginary satisfaction in every step of our life?