We endure the absolute meat grinder of daily existence, accumulating scars and assets, under the unspoken assumption that we are heading toward a grand finale.
Then, on a boring Tuesday afternoon, while you are waiting at a red light or sitting on a toilet, the screen goes black. The game ends mid-sentence.
It looks like the ultimate cosmic joke. All the grit, all the labor, all the discipline, just for it to all over on a random day.
This is the paradox: The total pointlessness of the destination is the only thing that gives the execution absolute value. The fact that you can perish any second neither makes your discipline useless, nor it makes your current softness a crime.
The universe does not care about your character arc. It does not wait for you to finish your business plan, reconcile with your estranged parent, or reach your target body fat percentage before it shuts down your respiratory system. Most die with unexecuted ideas and half-written text messages on their screens.
When you realize that the finish line is a random blackout, the illusion of a future reward shatters into dust. If you are grinding merely to collect a payout in twenty years, you are playing a fool's game. The payout is not guaranteed.
This shouldn't stop you just because you now carry the awareness that you will end up buried in the same ground as greater personalities before you. But it is to understand that if something matters, the only hour available for it is now. Not next year. Not after the difficulty passes. Not when the conditions are right.
A painter given an infinite canvas does not produce a masterpiece. He produces nothing.
The painting becomes art because the frame ends. The boundary is not the limitation on the work. The boundary is what makes the work possible. Your mortality is the frame around the canvas of your life.
The randomness of the ending splits the human into two distinct paths. Are you using mortality as an excuse to rot, or as a reason to become formidable?
A Nihilistic says. "If I’m just going to rot in the dirt anyway, why should I lift weights? Why should I build a business? Why should I labor?"
A Stoic says, "If this square of time is the only piece of reality I will ever occupy before the void takes me, I will make it heavy. I will make it look like an art. I will make it beautiful."
The void does collect everyone equally. You should treat your mortality as a holy act of defiance against the void.
The effort was never a loss. Efforts do not require a destination to justify them.
They justify themselves. Because efforts was never meant for a destination.
The effort was the destination. The effort itself was always the point. Because effort is what makes you alive.
The universe is not going to play a cinematic soundtrack when your heart stops beating. It will just continue spinning, completely unbothered by your absence.
All the shit we go through. Just to die on some random day. Yes.
And? The shit is the life. The random day is coming regardless.
— Marcus | Stern Stoic
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