LIFE, WHAT ARE YOU?
There’re times when I ask myself what the meaning of life really is? Is it the mere fact of breathing air? The fact that I am not dead? That I am conscious? honestly, I don’t think any of the mentioned best describes the meaning of life however much each has some context to it. I find it a concoction of one’s experiences from the moment they are born to that when they die. The time from birth to death in correspondence to one’s achievements. It is also the sorrowful heart breaking moments, the lifetime scars plus those memorable moments of bliss one recalls as they try looking through their day. It is these memorable events that remind us we are alive.
In most cases, if not all, when one is asked to describe their lives, the first thing their mind thinks of their achievements. What has my presence gained me or the society or even both. It shouldn’t always be a detailed story of one’s many childhood fortunes and misfortunes, all we want is the significance of your presence in society. So life isn’t merely the fact that one is not dead, it’s rather what one does with the fact that they are not dead.
But then there is another context to life. As a reminder that we are loved or hated in the company of our cronies. The essence of being living is the ability to be self-conscious/aware and the possession of feelings. That brief moment of joy and excitement can mean a life time to someone. That moment of sorrow and grieving can act as a reminder to someone that they indeed live and that they should have some purpose to their time of liveliness.
So when you think of those that have parted ways with life, remember that you are not that much better than them unless you build a legacy greater than theirs. Live well, live meaningfully.