These are nothing but the reactions to unrest, agony..
Reactions are different..
one would be aggressive,
the other would lament..
One would toil, burn his body,
The other would listen to ghazals sitting in quiet shading tears..
Both are in pain
Tumbling up and down
With the occasional showers of pleasure,
Occasional cheers and inspiration,
Draining themselves down again and again to the fearful confusion,
In the hidden hands of hidden intentions, we are surrounded by both types in plenty,
Both without a single thing…acceptance !
A man with humbler acceptance would be far more effortless and happy….I imagine