People think they’re going to live forever.
Which explains why we smoke too much, drink too much, avoid exercise, eat bad food and fail to plan for retirement.
It’s why we never quit our dead-end job and risk doing something more creative and fulfilling.
Because we think “all this” is forever.
We’re not scared of death.
We’re scared of being alive.
Which is why a major upset, a grave illness or a personal tragedy, can also be a blessing as painful as it may be at the time.
Because then you find out the hard way that life is short, that one’s hold on this universe is tenuous, at best.
And knowing this wakes you up, finally.
What is the meaning of life? To be awake.
Everything else is secondary. Good luck.
