A reflection on what we are working towards, and what makes the years feel worth living. There comes a point when the question appears in the middle of an ordinary day. You might be travelling home from work, putting away the dishes, or looking at a calendar filled with things you have agreed to do….
We live as if time is endless, postponing meaning for a later version of life that never quite arrives. But life is not something we own. It is something we pass through. And in that brief stay, success alone is never enough. What gives life depth is contribution, presence, and the way we make others feel. In the end, meaning is not found in what we accumulate, but in what we give.