Things I want to do on Earth before I die:

  • swim naked in a beautiful place
  • make more people feel joy
  • help vulnerable people
  • write books
  • heal

Earth is a cool place. There are a lot of ways to experience it. I always feel torn between the needs of the ego and the knowledge that this is all just a play and I’m acting this part like so many others.

There is an unbearable lightness to the truth of being. An unbearable meaninglessness. And yet, I love music and I love my mother. I love blankets, coffee, craft stores, and autumn. I want to enjoy it. Does it take away from the beauty, knowing it is all limited and meaningless and fleeting? Or does it add to it? I haven’t decided.