I wake up every morning with the intention of living the day as if it were my last. Yet despite my efforts, I find myself falling back into tiresome routines and wasteful habits. I like to think that each effort brings me closer to a life worth living, and a legacy I would be proud to leave behind. Each attempt to utilize my time, maximize my efficiency, and be the best version of myself, is one step closer to my idealized life. I think? Or at least I like to think so.

The complexities of life routinely wash over me; reminding me that despite my efforts, I am biologically incapable of grasping the fundamental truths of my existence in order to alter my course in life outside of an emotional or perceived fashion. No matter how hard I try, this life will end. No matter how intelligent, wealthy, generous, and loving I become, my entire reality will come to an end. Nobody can escape death.

The fear of not leaving our mark on this world drives us to make the most of our time. We want to have an impact on our fellow humans, and to make this world a better place before we leave it. Well, most of us anyway. How noble. I suppose that is the reason that civilizations continue to arise: a concentrated effort as a society to make “progress.” Although our lives may be cut short at any moment, we strive to make the very best of our limited time on earth, and I suppose that is what helps us make it through each day, and our species to survive as a whole.

Author: canyoufeelthevibes

Searching for the meaning of life, while doing my best to make the most of it.

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