What has concluded that this should?

Excerpts of a conversation between Earth (E) and its Inhabitant (I)

E: Why do you look so worried?

I: I am not worried on the account of anything material. Its my conscience.

E: I want to know the reason behind this strange worry

I: I don’t get worried for the love of it. I mean, I have seen it all. I have lived my life traversing the sinusoidal wave of joy and sorrow with equanimity. Now, I have come to a stage when nothing excites me. I don’t quite love success or hate failure. I just do it. But....

E: You sound very strange. You suffer from fear psychosis, the fear of not having to anything to cherish, not having anything to fear. You must be a well to do man of means and jobs and that’s why you found something to worry upon.

I: I see that as an affront. I am not a poor man and by worldly standards I am qualified to be called a man of riches and intellect. But that’s not the point.

E: That precisely is my point. You have more intellect matters to worry about. Don’t I see where you come from? Brother, I have seen plenty like you.

I: You don’t have to be so rude. Do you think I am ordinary? You think all my concerns are hypothetical. I thought my experiences were unique and extra-ordinary. My joys the worthiest and my sorrow the deepest, how impudent you can get? I always prided myself at the mere thought of calling myself an intellectual.

E: O, I am sorry, I didn’t mean it. All I said that your problems aren’t new to me. Your lives are similar if not the same, though there is a high possibility that it would be the same, I won’t say this because it might upset you. Why everyone thinks he/she is unique? Of course everyone is unique like everyone else. You have to come out of that arrogant self important feeling. You don’t have to be yourself as they say it.

I: Now, that is something. What do you mean? I always thought there is merit in being myself?

E: If you want to conquer something you would need complete freedom. And what is this freedom worth if one is not seeking freedom from oneself. Only this kind of self-mastery will give you eternal happiness. Everything else joy, happiness, family and love are fleeting.

I: You think?

E: I do. All you need is faith. Faith will then bring miracles. Your life will see a turnaround.

I: Can I die a happy man? Can I say with pride in the heavens that I lived a worthy life? Will there be no pangs? This whole idea of submission to a virtual nothing, life of renunciation scares me.

E: No, you won’t die a happy man. You will still have a pang or two. That is what makes you human. And your pain might as well continue, I haven’t seen life beyond me so I can’t say much.

I: (puzzled even more than before) How would you conclude this conversation?

E: What has ever concluded on this earth that this should? This too shall go on. Forever.