bhaskar saikia

The world is full of ego. We see it in arguments where no one listens, in the hunger for titles and recognition, in the silent competitions we play every day. Ego whispers that we are more important, more deserving, more permanent than others. It convinces us that we are separate, above, or untouchable.

But strip away the illusion, and the truth is humbling: we are all heading in the same direction. No matter how much power we gather, how many accolades we collect, or how much wealth we hoard, the final destination is the same for all of us. Death does not negotiate with status. It does not pause at the gates of the rich, nor does it spare the powerful.

When we remember death, ego loses its grip. Suddenly, the arguments don’t matter as much. The petty rivalries look small. The need to always be right feels unnecessary. What matters instead is authenticity—how deeply we lived, how much we loved, how freely we gave.

Ego thrives on the illusion of permanence. But once we face the truth that life is fleeting, humility naturally follows. We see others not as competitors but as fellow travelers on the same road, all moving toward the same horizon.

So perhaps the question is not, How do I win? but rather, How do I live well while I am here?
Ego builds walls; awareness of death breaks them down. And in that breaking, we may finally discover the freedom to be kind, to forgive, and to follow our hearts—before the inevitable end arrives.