A couple nights back, I was in some deep conversation with a close friend of mine. The topic of choice was, of course, the meaning of life. My friend and I are basically at the same point in our life. Both she and I have taken the same steps to get to where we are today. We were born, went to elementary school, then high school. We went to university to get a degree and now we're working to make a living. A pretty standard life to say the least.
Today, we question why we do what we do. Being in my early 20's I still have a good 35-40 years of work left in me. Personally, I don't see myself working for that many years. But the other night I realized, what's the point?
What's the point of life? We're born, we do a whole bunch of stuff to fill in time, and then we die. Does it really matter what we do inbetween? Society places upon us a variety of rights and wrongs. Sure we try to live our lives with good morals and ethics. But does it really matter how we live our life? We constantly strive to be the best we can be. I guess that makes living worthwhile for some. For others, maybe not. But if we think about it in the sense that we're born, and then in the end, we die, does it really matter how we fill the inbetween?
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