Living for what? Just for living - Just to physically repeat - No one can escape and evade from being a tool or an instrument.

Master,
You are living, true.
But for what?

  

My dear son,

Truly to confess,
I am living 
Just for living.
Just to physically repeat.

Master,

Is living for living

The end and means?

Yes, living for living
Is the end and goal.
Life is the end and goal of life.
To survive and just to live thereby.
Just to be and to feel the is-ness
One struggles and sacrifices
Stubborn and adamant.

Life is the means and tool of life.
Each living one is 
The means and tool of life
To sustain and maintain itself.

Like God is for God.
Like totality is for totality.
No one can escape and evade
From being a tool or an instrument.

Except for being and sustaining 
Life never lives, God never exists
And totality never happens to be.

So, Master,

What about living for working?

Living can only be for living.
Never for working.
Working  is for living.
Working is one's living only.

One is bound to live
With the desires and needs
Life gives. 
So, he works
To meet those needs and desires,

Thus, the totality, life, 
Makes him and each one 
Its means and instruments.

So, dear my son,
No one lives for working,
But just for living and surviving. 

To be an instrument or tool
Is the only fate given to all by life.
Because life in relativity is

The life of death and birth.
Life of sustenance and maintenance.


Dear my son, 
There is no other escape from life.
Even the death is no escape from life.
There is not escape from death.
Even living is no escape from death.

Death is not a full stop,
Not even a comma,
To  continuous life.
Life is  a process of continuous death.
No one lives without dying every moment.

Living is not continuity of life,
But is only giving dots and letters
To the continuous death.
And as death is for continuous life
No one dies except for
Living in every moment.
Except for life to remain.