Troy - This ancient mythology enthralled me, a 15 year old back then. The following overpowering quote resonates deep, to this day.
“The gods envy us. They envy us because we’re mortal, because any moment may be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.”
What is life, death, love? What is your agenda today? Are you bored? Does your work reflect your passion, your compassion, your true inner self? Is this how we want to be remembered? Are we happy to be this wo/man? Am I happy? Do I matter? Does my work matter? Who determines what matters and what does not?
Death, this unbelievable and irrevocable aspect of life, feels flat out "magic" to me. I can't imagine death, the unconsciousness, and the blatant disappearance into thin air. To be non-existent except in their loved ones' memories, the sheer lack of epiphany at the end of life, is grossly depressing.
I once had a conversation with a man (in his sixties - I imagined he had it figured out) about the purpose of life. He believed in sharing life with others and selfless help.
He said, once you are gone, your memories are gone with you, but the lives you touch, carry on your essences far along. I asked back, if that was the reason he chose to work in a war-ridden, abandoned place- he was silent. I got my answer.
So take your canoe, grab your pen, dip your paint brush, stroke your keyboard, string your guitar, and go write that song, before you get off. It might define your life for the rest of us, the voyagers of this ephemeral ship of life.