Life is empty and meaningless. Do I really need to say this ?

Realisation of one was always a diffcult one. Today I feel yes, I have realised it and then I feel elated for no reason that I am aware.

Not that I want to say I have achieved something that will set me apart from the people around. I still have those worldly ambitions and dreams.I still want them to be fulfilled.The only difference in my past self and as of today is probably the realisation that one should work towards ones own survival and that is the only goal worth living for. There is nothing worth you can sacrifice your life. We talk of friends, family and relatives and entangle ourselves to achieve what I donot know.Perhaps the gratification that one had become great in others views seems more important than once owns satisfaction.

Nothing more I am able to write, kept in draft state for long......