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There has to be more to life than this.
We can’t just all be born, go to school, get a job, retire and die. Where’s the point in that? Nothing before us, and nothing after. Even if you change the world, you still pass on into nothingness; sure, you’ll be remembered, but it’s not as if you’ll hear their praise. And a few centuries into the future, you’ll be forgotten; like your parents and your grandparents and your great grandparents before you.
And so I ask what we are expected to do; what makes life worth living. I’m not talking suicidal here, merely wondering that our lives can pass from day to day like dust in the sunlight, there and gone in an instant. Something has to happen - something to make life interesting, to give us a purpose. Maybe it’s all the books I’ve been reading that get my expectations way up there. But either way, thinking of all the days and months and years ahead of me, I have to believe there will be something more, a reason and a path to take. Otherwise, I cannot for the life of me justify the time I waste at home or at school. Of course, everyone says that education is essential, and if I want a good life ahead of me, I had better learn. But in two hundred years, do you think they’ll remember that one girl did or did not go to high school and college? Do you think anyone will be the better off because I wasted six more years of my life preparing for a future I didn’t even want in the first place?
When I think of the seconds and the minutes ticking by; now a day has gone, and a week, eventually a month; and only twelve of those to a year; and after that, only fifty years in which I’ll do any good at a job. And in the end, I realized: Life IS short! Everyone always told me so, but I guess I had to discover it for myself. I just thought it would be when I was 80 years old, sitting in a rocking chair, reflecting on how fast my life had sped by.
I had a dream, and in that dream I was standing at the beach at night. And I looked up at the stars to where the moon should be, and in it’s place a great ball of fire was glowing brighter as I watched. And finally it winked out, and there was the moon; but it disintegrated before my eyes, breaking into smaller and smaller pieces until it was utterly gone. Then rocks and meteorites rained down from the sky for about five seconds, then stopped. And everything was quiet, and there were no tides, and there was no moon.
I woke up, and I felt disappointment. Because in my dream, something had happened; something big, something unpredictable that could change the world, even destroy it; the human race might have been extinguished. But there was a moon, still, after all. And everyone went about their business, walking with their suits and briefcases and their noses in the air as if theirs was the most important job in the world. And I longed to see them in their panic if the moon had indeed disappeared - I longed to see those so-carefully-composed faces as they realized that money and power and fame could not save them now.
Anyway, the point: I want to know what you live for. I don’t believe in God, or the afterlife - sometimes I wish I did, because then I need not fear the nothingness that awaits me at death’s door. But I want to know why you live your life the way you do; why you work your job or go to school or pay your taxes and think it’s important.
What is the force that drives you? How do you justify the years spent doing business, faking smiles and pretending courtesy when (or I should say, if) you know you will die in so many years, and the few that remember you will also die soon after; and you will have no memory or consciousness to speak of. Nothing before; nothing after. Dust to dust. Is there really nothing more to life?
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You get out of life what you put into it. You have to decide what is worth living for, then go for it to the best you can with whatever time you have. No one can choose for you, and no one can live for you. You have to MAKE the things you want, and you have to give them meaning.
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