what exactly is nothing?

seeing people of all walks of life in all the places,
they have lost their smile.
those who are filled with the enthusiasm, the extreme feeling and urge of the body,
how many have smiled? they laughed, they cheered, but where have the smile and joy been?
what's life? and what are heroes? and what are the spirits of nobility? if we are but homo sapiens.
why are we on earth? and where are we heading to? what are we living for?
who is the person next to me, with the same basic characters that i have: one nose, two eyes, two ears, one heart of four chambers, a brain that have intellects unimaginable, an eye that would tears at times, and a body with zillion of activities running over.
where are we actually? on the earth of a dust-sized, compared to the universe, inventing, developing, researching, manipulating, and perhaps, destroying the blue gem.

none of us gonna take a single piece with us when we die, of that which we did not brought with us when we first open our eyes and see the world. We came with life, and some goes with death, and a life without purpose. In the context of death, what is important? when funerals held, mourners existed, what matters?

In the context of science and intellect, what is morality? In the context of yards of laboratory, what are smiles and tears? In the context of a perishing earth, while some people shouted at the top of their lungs,"go green!" they killed their stillborn child. At the corners of the streets, where the posters hung, promoting the protection of eco, there lay a child, perhaps what they called foetus, only hoping if he could take another breath to call his dad and mom.

we ruled the earth: are we using it or taking care of it? the land that a man owned, how much did he occupied when he died? why can't we let the next generation to see who's living with us in this very age at the other side of the planet?

we got our medals, we got our prizes, we run after what the other shouted, yet, when we are full of white hair, what do we called those things?

and what have relationships been in the books? what exactly have brought us through the odds of life?and what is it that kept us breathing?By what intelligence have one caused my cells to respire? and the heroes and heroines? what drive them to do the right thing even if it gonna break their necks? and what's love?
and what have brought many rich fellows to fly down buildings? and what have disappointments been to the women at the dark corner of life?and what have the innocent paperwork of man with different colours and sizes been? a root of all evil? no, it's the greed that is the root of all evil.

it's nothing, the old man sighed, only wondering where have he been, so far. can i die with with no regrets now? dreams of youth have i reached, what else am i living on earth for?

many live for a century and die with a sigh, yet there are some who live for a decade and planted a mustard tree.

so don't tell me there's nothing to live up for!