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New Year and All That Jazz

I had a brilliant opening to the year, less clutter, more positivity and definitely more happiness.

But the last two weeks have left me thinking about the point of all the momentary pleasures which make us give on the permanent ones. After all, what's the point of all this? After all, the moment will pass and we will be left with nothing, nothing at all.

I read about the death of Rohith Vemula. I had no, or probably very little, knowledge about the events that let to his suicide. But his last words struck a chord with me. Rohith talked about the feeling of emptiness that we all have, every once in a while. He talked about things that I think about. Few seconds, minutes, hours before he decided to take his life, this is what he had to say:

"Our feelings are second handed. Our love is constructed. Our beliefs coloured. Our originality valid through artificial art. It has become truly difficult to love without getting hurt.."

The more I think about it, the more I understand…