The Meaning of Life
What is the meaning of life? It gets asked so many times, and few every really try to answer it. For all intents and purposes, it’s a rhetorical question that we simply brush aside and move on to whatever it was we were doing. And for a good reason, I suppose.
But if we take a step back (as I often like to do), and consider that it’s a rather important question, is it not? For whatever reason, I think often about my imminent death. We’ve all got an expiration date. It’s a thoroughly depressing thought that can weigh on even the cheeriest of souls.
How depressing would it be to tragically be hit by a bus and in the last moments of consciousness regret that you didn’t make more of life?
This year, I said to hell with risking that depressing thought and I started living. Truly living.
No, I’m not traveling the world or doing anything crazy, but (almost) daily - I ask myself - is this really what I should be doing with my time on this earth? In some cases, I think I’m on the right track. In other cases, some course corrections are in order.
I think it’s an important thing to ask oneself. As a final note, I decided that I decide when I have the right answer.
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