Day 13 of the challenge #defi30joursecriture: Write in the early morning.
All lives will ultimately die out. When I think about this fatal countdown to our end, I question many of my beliefs.
Why seek to « mark one’s passage on earth », to « leave a memory »? When all the people who will remember me will eventually pass away too.
Is the ultimate goal of life to live an extraordinary, famous or grandiose life? And why is that?
If there is nothing left afterwards, shouldn’t we rather enjoy each moment and then to die, silently when the time comes?