What is left of a life lived in the pursuit of concepts?
Success, Progress, Achievement, Productivity, goal based fulfillment, attainment, what are these to a person that has been dead for a day, an hour, a second?
What are these things to the ones left living? Do we think back fondly to our Grandfathers, Grandmothers, and ancestors and think… “YES, the sum total of their efforts to external things really worked out well.” Or do we recall the time they gave us… the quality of our interactions, the relationships. Do we consider their intent, or judge only on the results of their actions. Does it matter how much money and wealth a relative has left in their wake if they were unkind to their children, angry, or short tempered with everyone they knew?
Are we defined by firmly held opinions about transient issues?
Do we accept our opinions as facts to quickly?
Do we invest in being Right about something, more than understanding its nature?
A life lived in the pursuit of tomorrow is the equivalent of a bar sign reading “Free Beer Tomorrow”. It is a belief and an expectation, neither of which having anything to do with the razors sharp edge of existence, the instantaneous, perpetual, finite, infinite now.