What will you say to yourself when your last day is here? Will you speak of the people you helped and loved, of your accomplishments, or your legacy? Will you say you lived a good life? Of what comfort are such thoughts in the face of the unknown – aren’t we just “whistling in a graveyard?”
Your last day is here. The question is not of what you did with your life, but what of you. What of you will remain when all that you know is gone? The time for action is over and the time of unknowing (or knowing) is upon you. Where is the God of your mind when your mind is fading? Where are your thoughts of meaning when thought ceases?
It is neither necessary nor wise to live and die in ignorance. The task of discovery is before us, but we procrastinate. We procrastinate with the belief we are helping other unfortunates. We procrastinate in the belief we know our destiny. We procrastinate by claiming we are only a body. We procrastinate by clinging to a changing multitude of beliefs rather than seeking ways of discovery of our true nature.