I’m thinking about death.
What is this life all about?
I saw an advert today saying ‘obesity causes cancer’. My thought was ‘so what’. Yes there might be pain but once I died I would be ‘out of the game’ (presumably).
Life is too much to cope with. There must be a purpose or reason to it. Why are we here? It feels like there must be meaning in it. But what?
I struggle for the meaning, like Victor Frankl. Life just seems too overwhelming and painful.
I wanted to write something more but I cannot formulate my thoughts.
The meaning eludes me.
One of the main things that concerns me is; “is there life after death”. What happens to us when we die? It really puzzles me.
I’m left wondering what is the purpose of life?
I read the New York Times everyday and I wonder at the dizzying stream of events, life, birth, death, brutality, love, poverty, warfare. I’m just aghast at the scale of it all.
Life feels like a burden and I feel I am going on now so I will stop.