This afternoon I was laying on the couch under a fresh blanket that had just gotten out of the of the dryer. My husband had taken the kids with him for a bit, and I was alone in a quiet house.
And, I thought..."Wow, this is what life is about."
I was so relaxed, and I could feel the blanket (which is weighted) falling around my body gently, as the warmth soaked down to my joints. I was reminded of how nice it was to lay back, and do nothing while I had nowhere to be, and nothing in particular to do, but enjoy right now. I felt my thoughts tug to past where I wondered the last time I felt this way, but then I thought, does it matter? Does it matter if I ever felt this, or when I felt this, or if I ever feel this again? Does it change how I feel this now? Well, maybe it might, because if I am thinking of another time, I can't be fully immersed into enjoying this one.
That's when I realized that (to me) life is about:
I am always pondering what life is about. What meaning does it have? Lately, it has brought me to rather morbid thoughts. As I get older, and think about mortality, especially as I watch grandparents pass away I wonder what life means to those in their final moments. I have not actually been able to ask that to anyone experiencing this, and I think it would likely mean different things to different people, anyway. For myself, what simple answer I have come up with is that the meaning of life is to experience. To have the opportunity to do all of things (and more) that I listed above is what life is made up of. It's a stream of moments strewn together in a person's individual consciousness that only they experienced. They own that experience, and their future to make more.
Some might argue that it's a job, or their children, or their pets that give their life meaning, and I feel like that might be true for them. However, it's not those people, places, or things that gave it meaning, but the experience of interacting with them. I notice that often people put off good feelings while they pine for the perfect mate, or a better job. That doesn't make sense to me when all we can do is enjoy now, because all we have is now. We can't fall back to the past, or jump to the future, so waiting to experience feelings of a positive nature until we have this, or that doesn't add up. That doesn't mean that I am not in favor of setting goals. Setting goals is is just a way to optimize future experiences. Little goals like changing the colors of the interior of your house to make it feel fresh is a small goal that can really increase a pleasant experience, or something big like setting up job interviews to finally switch to a different job, because the one you currently have is making you unhappy.
Life is not short. I know I've said it before, but I'll say it again. It's long. Within it is endless opportunities to create, taste, do, create, love, feel, do, see, smell, learn, go, and so much more. If you find yourself spending life's currency (time) on experiences that leave you feeling less than alive maybe it's time to ask yourself why.