The cow and i

When you pray for a better life, what do you actually pray for?

You ask me, what satisfaction I get out of studying, and why do I go on working at the same time. I suppose I go on doing the things I do for the same reason that the cow goes on giving milk. Although at some point i think she prefers giving cocktail.

My dream, is to be a well known writer, whose writings seize to have a certain effect on people. But then if you ask me if it matters, I suppose it won’t. I write not to please others, I write to satisfy myself. Just as when a cow gives milk, she is not trying to satisfy the milkman, but to satisfy herself.

Next to that, is I am quite devoid of religion. All of my life, I have never done anything out of religious impulse. I don’t steal, don’t smoke, and don’t drink because I doubt I would find any satisfaction in such indulgence. On the contrary, I do believe god treats me with vast politeness for I have never experienced any serious disputes or poverty. However, I simply can’t imagine revering to the god of war and politics, or cancer and osteosarcoma. Just as the cow is grateful to god for grass, but never like the idea of worshipping during Hari Raya Korban.

Last but not least, I do not believe in immortality for the same reason that a cow never looks right or left when crossing the street. She never bothers to look if the little man in the traffic light has turned green because she knows if she is destined to die she will die, despite obeying the law.

If you ask me what the meaning of human life may be, I don’t know. I incline to suspect there is none.

All I know about it is that, to me at least, it is very amusing while it lasts.

Not sure about the cow though. What about you?