What Should I Do With My Life?

What Should I Do With My Life?

The moment you die, you lose everything you've ever worked for. Relationships, money, status, knowledge, progress. When you die, none of it matters.

Even if you dedicated your life to helping those in need, they will die too someday, along with all their ancestors. Along with the rest of humanity. Along with history, the sun, the galaxy, and the universe.

Like any of these grandiose things matter after you're dead. But some people think they do, and I'm trying to prove a point.

Nothing matters, no matter how you spin it.

This above observation is so obvious and trivial to any good scientist. It's so senseless and hopeless to ask "What should I do with my life?"

But you keep asking it. And you keep trying to hopelessly answer it.

I think I've come up with a good non-answer to the question.

If you're having to ask that question, "What should I do with my life?", change what you're doing.

Your brain is wired in a way that it doesn't ask itself dumb-shit philosophical questions when you are happy.

You never ask that question when you are truly having fun, or when you have strong connections with others.

Be spontaneous, try crazy things, change things up. Your brain subsidizes risk taking, rewriting past failures into valuable lessons.

Maybe one of these days you die doing some crazy shit. Better to die alive then to live a prolonged death (and die anyways a couple decades later).

Don't waste your life.