What do you do?

When I first set my foot inside the town, I saw a man hunched over his pottery wheel engrossed in shaping a lump of clay. I went to him and asked “Old man, why are you doing this?” he answered “I want to make a pot out of this lump, so my family has a pot to eat food from.” he said.
Then I met a woman who was giving birth to a child I asked “Why are you going through all this pain?” she said “So, my child can grow up and bring honour to my name.”
I walked around for some time and I saw a man running through the streets like a madman I asked him why he was running and through his jagged breath he answered “I have to get there! Before He comes.” He looked back with fright “He’s coming. He’s coming for all of us!”
I asked “Who”
He said “The man who gets us all in the end” he replied
“But He’s so far away; he’s not going to get you anytime soon”
“Oh, but he will” he said and began running. Too bad he missed all the beautiful scenery the town had to provide.
Then in the evening I met an old man deep in the woods all by himself. He was painting a scenery. I asked “Old man, why are you doing this?”
He said “I have no family I can provide to, I am an ordinary man, I have no children who can bring honour to my name, I have no worries over my accomplishes before my imminent death, and the only thing I can do to leave a mark in this world, to show people the world through my eyes, is through my art. And this is why I do what I do”
His answer put me into deep thought.
“Now” the old man asked “what do you do?”
Hi, my name is Indu and I mainly write short stories, and poems.
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