There is no reason you cannot die right now. Nothing provides you some exquisite safeguard against the instantaneous nature of mortality. And yet, each day of your life, you gamble again. A gamble that you will survive to see tomorrow. And making that gamble gives you license to do all the comparatively meaningless things you’ll do all day. And, every morning, the moment you wake, this gamble is made again and again and again, until, one day, you lose the gamble you made.
This is achingly clear to anyone who has ever experienced profound loss in their lives. You become intimately clear with the finality of it all. The sheer, illogical nature of life. The predicament you face is what to do with this knowledge. What windmills shall you charge now? What do you use your life force for, exactly. How do you make meaning in life? How do you do it every day? Kindness, generosity, love, sure. But those appear as tactics rather than strategy. What, exactly are you to do with this one life?