When you die, people will not remember what you were passionate about. Your favourite pen will go neglected. The book library you built might will gather dust, the playlists you built, the app collection you are gushing about today, the gadget you adore, all will be made obsolete by tomorrows technology. The report you work on today so diligently loses it’s value one year down the lane. Your favourite piece of cloth will be handed over to the maids in a few years. The relationship you thought will last a life time will wither in a few years. In the grand scheme of thing, nothing matters. No matter how much effort we put in to create our own lives, they will be nought one day. Then why do we spend so much time building a life?
But, is – not living, not loving – a solution? It is my life afterall isn’t it? If a silly act such as buying an app or wearing a floral shirt makes me happy today why not indulge in it? Tomorrow my choice may change, I may even wonder why I made such a poor choice, someone may not know or even care about it after I’m gone. People will leave, worse – they change, but why should that be a hurdle to love them? To bring them close to our heart? Sure we’ll be ripped apart, but what’s the point in living if we are afraid of pain so much. Understanding this impermanence of life, but living & loving as if life is permanent, our decisions matter, is the irony we most need to come to terms with.
The effectiveness of our decision does not depend on its longetivity. Do the best you can in the moment. Take the best decision you can (with the information you have at hand). Be easy on yourself. Accept you are fallible. This life is yours, for you to live, not for others to appreciate or gauge. Plan and have hopes, but, don’t forget in the grand scheme of things, nothing, even your life won’t matter to anybody. Just make sense of what you have in hand – the present.