What is the meaning of life? Is it to be rich and travel the world?
Everything I’ve been through in the last few years makes me think that whilst nice things are nice. That maybe that’s not all there is to life.
As Del Boy says in Only Fools and Horses “money doesn’t half take the sting out of poverty”.
The thing is I’ve realised (which I didn’t really comprehend before) is that we can die at any time. So what is the point of everything. What is the point of eating healthy or building up career sandcastles.
Buddhism says we should develop a practice and travel along the spiritual path.
I dunno I dunno why I’m even writing this blog post?