In A Happy Death,
Albert Camus contemplates
the risk vs reward of existence.
Every care, joy, relationship
is an investment in finite time
that ultimately ends, no matter what.
So why do we fall in love or have kids
only to lose it all when life ends?
It's the moments in the minutes.
Life goes up and life goes down,
life goes round and round and round,
an endless ouroboros of actuality.
I am just trying to try my heart out
and we are all here to die
so why not just live?
Redefining wealth away from material items and salary,
I am putting my pension in time spent with my kid,
investing everything I have to give her everything I have.
No matter what happens,
for good or ill or terror,
it's the moments that matter in the minutes.
"...one needs more courage to live than to kill himself.”