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If life is meaningless, how do we justify the efforts to help the other people? The only justification is that – my stated objective of helping others is just the pretension and what I am doing is just having the fun. The meaning of the work is the essential delusion we have to create to let ourselves save from annihilating ourselves. But there is no meaning without our assumptions and sometime the naked truth is out in front of us. What do we do then? We bid for the time and shelter back in our delusion. Lucky are the people who do not have to this exercise and damned are those who do not have the shelter. Life is all about having our own walls and then longing for the freedom from those walls while showing as if we are so warm, so good within those walls. May be eventually we start believing in those walls and then we are happy. Belief is happiness, and it is an ancient truth which we keep glimpsing again and again.

                May be we can openly see our work as our own pastime and let it be nothing more than it. But then we cannot be serious about anything. That is the problem. I was always serious, but I saw that there is no ground to be serious about anything. The ground is the imagined reality, the meaning is a fiction and life is walk through delusions, ours and others’. 

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