MY meaning of life

I don’t often find myself sitting and thinking about the meaning of my life. I am quite content to just plod along with the day to day. Sure I have plans for the immediate future, like our motor home trip around Australia, and our IVF.  But I don’t really have any “Life goals”. There isn’t anything I absolutely have to do before I die. I don’t have a bucket list. Am I weird?

My husband, on the other hand, does. I can see where he is coming from with it as well. The other day we were talking to one of his heart doctors and he threw a rather alarming fact in our faces. My husband has only a 50% chance of still being alive in ten years time.

Faced with a definite expiry date like that, I can see how it must totally change your perspective on things.  While I am scared about it myself, I can only begin to imagine what is going through his head right now.  I avoid thinking about death at the best of times, and I defiantly don’t like to have to think about in the near future.

He’s faced with three choices.

Give up and lose his lust for life,

Ignore it and live life day to day like he was, or

Live like there is no tomorrow.

The first choice, I believe, most people would go through at least for a little while, after receiving such news.  I mean, you’re only human if you go through the “Why me?” stage, along with the denial, and anger.  Admitting defeat is the scary part.  

Ignoring it and living life as you were seems like a good choice. With the support of your loved ones I don’t see why you wouldn’t.  I wouldn’t want my family to go through the pain of seeing me give up on life, if I had other options. But I’m not the one going through this. I guess it’s up the individual person how they react to the situation. What strength of character they have, to allow them to carry on with gusto.

Live like there is no tomorrow, dance like no one is watching, sing like no-one is listening, work like you don’t need the money.  All good things to live by.  Once in a while. If you lived like that all the time, would you always feel like you were missing something?  Would you come to the end of your life and regret not having the chance of ticking something off your bucket list? I don’t mean that we should never go through life without goals, or dreams, because everyone has got to have something to hope for. I’m just thinking that we shouldn’t forget what we have right in front of us right at this moment and not be disappointed that we missed out on something that was in our own minds to be much better.