The old lady serves her breakfast of bread and stew faithfully every morning. As her mother had done before her. And her grandmother. And great grandmother. Her daughter helps her and will carry on the trade long after she's dead and gone. And her granddaughter. And great granddaughter.
She gets up early in the morning. So early that the sun hasn't even risen yet. She cooks her stew and heats up the bread. After performing her morning prayers, she readies herself for business. In the evening, once everything's sold, she washes the bowls and spoons. She bakes new bread and prepares the vegetables and meat for tomorrow's stew. She retires to an early night as soon as she conducts her night prayers.
She gets up early in the morning. So early that the sun hasn't even risen yet. She cooks her stew and heats up the bread. After performing her morning prayers, she readies herself for business. In the evening, once everything's sold, she washes the bowls and spoons. She bakes new bread and prepares the vegetables and meat for tomorrow's stew. She retires to an early night as soon as she conducts her night prayers.
She gets up early in the morning. So early that the sun hasn't even risen yet. She cooks her stew and heats up the bread. After performing her morning prayers, she readies herself for business. In the evening, once everything's sold, she washes the bowls and spoons. She bakes new bread and prepares the vegetables and meat for tomorrow's stew. She retires to an early night as soon as she conducts her night prayers.
My question is thus, this: Why does she keep on living? Why does she not take her own life? If she lives to live, if she works just to keep her living for another day just to work again, if she works to work the next day, wouldn't it be easier not to live? Not to work? Just cease to exist? What is it that keeps her going?
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