Why we live as long as we do?

Well this is the question we often ask to our self when we are tied with lots of pain and trouble. I get this feeling every time I get confused as to what decision should be taken. Which way should I make a move? Life often puts us into situations where we do not know what to do, sometimes we take a decision and that does not turn to be fruitful. Today, my situation is somewhat like this. Suddenly, I remember one story told to me from childhood, that explains our pain the phase of life that we are going through. Well, this is not a story that gives us direction. It just explains us why we get this kind of a feeling. I hope readers will also agree to this.

In case, you have some other view,might be some other story or something, I would request you to put that in comments. So, that we all can know about it.

On the first day God created the cow. God said, "You must go to the field with the farmer all day long and suffer under the sun, have calves and give milk to support the farmer I will give you a life span of sixty years."

The cow said, "That's a kind of a tough life you want me to live for sixty years.  Let me have twenty years and I'll give back the other forty."

And God agreed.

 On the second day, God created the dog. God said, "Sit all day by the door of your house and bark at anyone who comes in or walks past.  I will give you a life span of twenty years."

The dog said, "That's too long to be barking.  Give me ten years and I'll give back the other ten."

So God agreed (sigh).

 On the third day God created the monkey.  God said, "Entertain people, do monkey tricks, make them laugh.  I'll give you a twenty year life span."

The monkey said, "How boring, monkey tricks for twenty years?  I don't think so.  Dog gave you back ten, so that's what I'll do too, okay?"

And God agreed again.

On the fourth day God created man.  God said, "Eat, sleep, play.  Do nothing, just enjoy, enjoy.  I'll give you twenty years."

Man said, "What? Only twenty years?  No way! Tell you what, I'll take my twenty, and the forty cow gave back, and the ten dog gave back and the ten monkey gave back. That makes eighty, okay?"

"Okay," said God. "You've got a deal."

So this is why for the first twenty years we eat, sleep, play, enjoy, and do nothing;

for the next forty years we slave in the sun to support our family;

for the next ten years we do monkey tricks to entertain our grandchildren;

and for the last ten years we sit in front of the house and bark at everybody.