You have this life, and it’s relatively short, and it just keeps getting shorter. So you have to ask. What do you really want to use it for?

Because there are endless possibilities. You can become a businesswoman, make a lot of money, buy a cool fridge. You can master painting. Your father probably won’t approve. Your paintings will be weird as hell, but you can do it.

You can start a blog. No, a podcast, and reach millions of followers around the world. Or you can go to the gym until your body is a shape that makes sense. You can get tattoos and devote your life to playing drums as loud as you want. Your neighbors won’t like it, but your crush will.

You can marry your crush, start a family, have a backyard and stuff. Or you can go on an adventure around the world, connect to nature, explore the mysteries of the universe. You can go to the moon.

You can do all that. And that’s amazing.

But is that what life is really about?