100 years from now, we will all be buried and nearly forgotten – a distant memory fading out of existence. Our grandchildren will enter their winter, and their sons and daughters will only remember us as a distant dream, if at all. The status we sought will have evaporated into nothingness. Our possessions, fought hard to obtain, will belong in the hands of another. Our awards and accolades will be surpassed and overshadowed by newness.
This reality is not unfair. Rather, it is freeing. We are blessed with the nature of experience. Allowed a chance to unshackle ourselves from illusions of unimportance and live in the eternal present.
So go live. Create. Explore. Roam and wander. Suffer and survive. Triumph and fall. Cry. Laugh. Fall in love. Have our hearts broken. Live with passion and purpose. Disregard it all in favor of simplicity. Bask in the diversity of experience. Choose to pursue the moment above all else. The rest is illusory.
