I was talking to my parents about my hobbies, my interests and all the things that fill up my day, when I realized in a way all of my life is about finding distractions from the inevitability of death.
We do our best to make our lives count, to matter at least to ourselves. But in the end, what do we have? Money, family, friends–none can be carried forward. We really only have one life. One chance to make it worth it.
So I spend time with the people I love. I make time to see my friends. I play with my dog. I visit my family. But the one thing that gives my life purpose is my writing. Without it, there is no point to getting up in the morning, fighting rush hour or working long hours.
For those few hours I get to write and be with my characters, I would sacrifice just about anything. Because when I die, my writing will live on. My characters and my story will exist long after me.
What distraction gives your life purpose? Or is it a series of little ones that makes each day worth living?