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I've had seven heart attacks, a below-knee amputation, and I'm on dialysis for kidney failure, and I'm 51. I also had a saddle pulmonary embolism in 2017 that kills most people that have them, so I'm already living on "borrowed time" as it were. I'll link you to my story if you're curious, but anyway… I'm likely to last less than another decade, I think. And that sucks, but c'est la vie.
Here's what I live for:
We read about people who Made History™ and who were Important People™, but the extreme vast majority of people were born, grew up, worked and lived their lives, and died and were forgotten. And that's okay! Once you're gone, there won't be a you to worry about anything!
There is no goal to life other than to live it. But if you can, while taking care of yourself, do a little good in some way: That is worth doing.
So make sure you're doing things that are fulfilling, and try to worry less about comparing yourself to some sort of super-human you could never live up to - especially not some fictionalized superhero that doesn't even exist.
I'm completely atheist these days, but I still like the Wiccan Rede's version of what many more might know as the Golden Rule: "An' it harm none, do as ye will." This opens you up to being free to doing anything that doesn't cause harm. But an important thing to consider: Not only do not do harm to others, but do not do harm to yourself.
And one subtle self-harm is putting all your energy into worrying about some sort of legacy and trying to live up to artificial responsibilities at the expense of enjoying life. So don't do that.
Introspection is good. Thinking about these things is good. Just don't let thinking about it take over.
If you still feel like you should be doing "more", finding a place to put energy into volunteering is probably the answer. Find a cause you can believe in and think is valuable. You could mentor others - younger or old on whatever topics you're comfortable with. You could volunteer at an animal shelter. Or in the arts. Or any number of places that always need people helping out.
Don't limit yourself by thinking it has to be big to be helpful.
I loved this story 💜
OP, I would say mindfulness meditation focusing on gratitude might help. Even things like the way the sunlight through a window is lighting up the side of an object. When something as simple as that becomes a large focus, time has an effect of slowing down.
Seven (7) heart attacks?? Jeez
Thanks for sharing your perspective, I enjoyed reading it.