As long as we have no knowledge of our true self,we are beggars.We force ourselves to be slave.We cry all over the world for help but help never comes to us. We cry for imaginary beings to help us but help never comes.But strangely we still hope that help will come,and thus in weeping,wailing and hoping,this life is passed and the same play goes on and on.
This is story of each of us. Answer is be free. Hope noting from anyone as when you look back you will find you were always vainly trying to get help from others which never came. All the help that ever comes was from within yourselves. So be the light!