Vainglorious


We are in a mad rush all our lives. We love and hate with passion, but in the grand scale of things, all of it pales to the sand of time. What is the real significance of our actions? Do you even have a faint memory of your 4th-5th great grandfather? What was the significance of his life. His anger, pain, jealousy, love… all lost to time. So I wonder, what is the significance of the sum of our actions and inaction’s.