I feel that the term “lifetime activity” has become a household word. However, I think the new term “lifetime activity” is honestly a better term than “marriage activity” or “daddy activity,” even though they are the same activity.
As someone who was not originally very attached to life, I feel that I would have started this activity in my teens, rather than in my 30s, if end-of-life activities were preparations for death. Perhaps it is because I am more familiar with death than others and have been thinking about it for a long time.
As the late Steve Jobs said, “Death is life’s greatest invention,” I believe that to live with death in mind is to live more. If I were to die now, I would regret it, and I think it is worthwhile to structure my life from that perspective.
In my case, writing a novel. In other words, to preserve my work for posterity. I was an unusual child who decided, while still in elementary school, that without this, I would regret my life.
Then, as the months passed, one day, I created some works and thought that even though I had not done much more than write novels in my life, if I were to die tomorrow, I would not have many regrets, and I decided to make my last final effort. In other words, a final bout of attachment to life.
Even so, this does not mean that I have completely lost my attachment to life. True end-of-life activities would be to eliminate even the attachment to life.
But that is something you can only do when you are still physically active and healthy. If you have cancer or some other incurable disease, many people tend to use that illness as a springboard for their own end-of-life activities.
This is not a bad thing, but the battle against illness tends to blind us. It is only when you are in good health that you have the power to look at yourself calmly and break free of the attachments that are clouding your eyes.
I feel that “end-of-life activities require more physical strength than most people. That is what I really feel.
Perhaps those who are less attached to life may naturally die earlier, given the competition for sperm to reach the egg. I look around me, and I can never match the power of someone who wants to live even one second longer.
However, I don’t think that is right. On the other hand, I don’t think it is right to be weakly attached to life.
I don’t think it is wrong to live with an endless desire to experience and savor all that is humanly possible when you are born into this world.
To be honest, I sometimes think that it would be nice to have a life lived in a Mr. Gershwin-like world.
What happens after death is only a fantasy for now. Since no one has died, no one knows what really happened. I think it is better to be skeptical of those who say so.
There may be an afterlife, there may be hell, there may be reincarnation, and the next time you die, you may be a weak slime, or you may be a tough hero.
The only thing that is clear is that “now” will continue until “death. Even if the present is painful and unbearable, even if the present is fun and enjoyable, it will naturally last until death.
How do we handle death? Will we take it into our own hands or keep it as far away as possible? Will we forget it or not?
Or, rather, it may be that our life begins with the beginning of our life and ends with the end.
See you soon.
