Why?

Why are we here? What’s life all about?

Shortly before he died, a famous humorist wrote about a song he heard, containing the words, “What’s it all about?” And in his column, he wondered, out loud, what it’s all about?

I recently read about a famous baseball player who drank a lot of alcohol in his later years, and as he became sick, he started thinking about religion.

And I also recently read about a famous billionaire who died young. And on his sick bed, he reminisced and regretted that he hadn’t spent more time with his family.

What’s it all about? And, maybe we should think about it much earlier on, way before the end. Because if we have an important purpose, an important reason for being alive, then why spend a lot of time on other things?