If It All Ended Tomorrow

If it all ended tomorrow, how would that sit with you? Would you be satisfied with a life well lived? Content? I doubt if many of you would. I wonder how many of you would feel you’ve left nothing on the table. I wonder how many of you would feel your life was lived exactly the way you wanted it to be.

It’s far too rare a thing for someone to think deeply about life. Not in some performative, pseudo-philosophical way, but practically. About what you really want, and why. I think a good philosophy of life is to only do things you want to do. The catch, though, is that you have to figure out what is worth wanting. What is it that really satisfies? Nothing you’ve found so far has done the trick, obviously. Maybe there’s nothing that does. Maybe.

That’s for you to figure out. It doesn’t really matter what I tell you. Besides, the question is a lot more important than the answer. And that question, if followed to its natural end, really does lead to satisfaction. The sort of satisfaction that doesn’t fade. The sort of satisfaction that you actually forget about, until someone asks you why you’re so happy all the time. The sort of satisfaction where, if everything were to end tomorrow, you would have nothing more to ask of the world before you go.