The Gift of Sharing

The best part about life is the opportunity to share life. It’s odd but momentous, the fact that for most of us, our days have such speculative significance. This is a bold take but; if we went days on end, not writing, talking, or expressing our lives in any way, just living it in all its mundaneness (or say excitement) it would not have as much meaning.

I wonder if it would have any meaning.

Why else would an artist go hungry and a guitarist sleep on the streets?

I think the gift of sharing is valuable.

We all have an inbred desire for it, whatever the logical imperative.

It’s a lack of a meaningful outlet that plagues the best of us on odd days.
And what do we do when we look at our days and find that we have lived them all and only by ourselves without leaving a trace of it for another human being to experience?

Do we perish? No!

Are we happy? If I may be so bold, I’d like to muse that the answer to that too would be a deafening NO!

Ananya Choudhury