Sometimes, I get into these sad moods because I start to worry about what I’m going to do with my life. I come up with all these ideas, but then I wonder, “What’s the point?” I mean, we’re all going to die at some point, so what does it matter if we spend the time in between driving school buses or writing newspapers. And then I’m given a brief sense of hope for a legacy. That goes away once I realize that the human race is not going to live forever; it’s just a matter of when. We could kill ourselves off in a nuclear war. The sun could die and pull us all into an engulfing black hole. A dominant species could arise and eat us all. Sigh.
But then I come to the conclusion that life is all one big gift. I don’t know the meaning of life and if or not there is a heaven, but I do know that we are here for some reason and whether we like it or not, we need to find a way to live. I’d like to think that after death there isn’t just oblivion, but I need to live like there is, because otherwise it’ll be a waste. I’m going to try and live my life in all shades of happy do that I can make meaning out of this weird world.