I engaged in small-talk with my father a few days ago. My 44th birthday is close, so perhaps we were a tad bit philosophical, concluding that the ultimate purpose in life is to just be happy with the cards destiny has dealt to us.
I didn’t think much about it until now.
But that’s the truth of the story, and it goes far beyond words.
We’re not taking anything to the next life.
Get busy, don’t overthink, and let things happen. We’re all doomed so, in the end, it’s all about mocking the reaper by going like «yes, someday you’ll take my soul, but certainly not today».