in Philosophy

It’s not about you.

Here’s something.

You will die someday.  Probably in agony. Probably of something horrible.

In the mean time, how do you live?  Do you do your duty?

You’re going to shit the bed, you’re going to moan for water.  Your mind will fail. Your senses will dull. Your kids will say mean things. Why are you alive?  To feed your urges? To drink?

To serve yourself and enjoy sensory pleasure, food, women?

Or are you alive for a bigger purpose? For God’s reasons? Are you the main character, or just a bit player. Do you matter?

If you don’t matter, if you’re just an extra, why not do it with aplomb and dignity? Why chase, do the work do your duty.