When you focus too much on time, the future, leaving things behind and so on it becomes pretty hard to find meaning in a universe in which expands, cools down and exists forever without anything happening in it (if it collapsed again you could at least narrativize it as rebirth).
The time I spent with my grandmother in the years before she died is not something I left behind, it is forever gone just like she is. It was still good. Nothing is in vain just because it ends and vanishes.
Well, one of my failings is that I constantly focus on time, and on the future. Even when I'm working on something, somewhere in the back of my mind is that second hand ticking from one second to the next, and it never goes away.
Although humans like to imagine that they'll leave behind a big, impressive legacy and that their name will be emblazoned into the world, the truth is that most of us won't have that but rather leave behind a much more subtle legacy. If we've lived well in the world, we've made it a bit of a better place and that's pretty much the most important part of life.
Quite a lot of that is just through small actions in everyday life, and no matter what people say that's where the biggest things start. For example, say you're on a bus and you see an old lady getting on, having difficulty standing and you get up to give her your seat, you've improved the world.
Why? Well, when you're surrounded by people who won't give up their seats because they're thinking "I don't want to stand" despite the fact that they are far more able-bodied than her, you've set an example and placed the thoughts in the head of those that are surrounding you that perhaps next time it might be nice to think of those who have less than they do (that can be in body as well as possessions) and while some will continue to be selfish, others will think of what you did on that day and decide that they want to be that bit better.
And when they do what you did, think of someone else, they in turn can show others that they can be better. Someone carrying out a simple act of kindness can influence others to do so as well, and even if that person didn't have much their simple and small act may help to make the world a better place through demonstrating to others that people can be better.
If I donate a lot of money to charity to make myself look good, using wealth that others don't have but then proceed to go around the world treating everyone like shit, then in effect I've undone any good I've done by setting everyone a bad example through selfish, ugly behavior which has the effect of making those around me a bit more selfish themselves. I've cancelled out the good I could do with bad.
To contrast, if someone who has far less material wealth than me is simply a decent human being then they've made the world a better place. They've done far better than I have, and according to my faith God will look more favorably on them than me. Or in secular terms, they've actually been leading a morally good life whereas I'm effectively just paying for the right to make more mess and lead a morally bad life through charitable contribution.
Ultimately what matters is not whether someone is rich or poor, but how they lead their lives. That means that pretty much even the poor can leave behind a legacy of having done good in the world while they were here, even if they're not celebrated for it.
I understand what you're saying. I guess I just chafe at the inequity inherent in the universe or at the very least, in humanity. For example, when I witness good people being stomped on, regardless of their economic status, or when a person works hard to help others, with no expectation of reward, and they are taken advantage of, and then discarded at the end of their strength, when they're no longer needed, it just brings about this sense of helpless and hopeless frustration.
I've found myself thinking about death a lot more, lately. I'll watch a television show, and there will be a shoot out, and someone will be killed, and all I can do is focus on the fact that that person, who is now dead (at least on the show), has ceased to exist, and that whatever memories of love, family, friendship, that they've had, is now gone.
The protagonists, of course, are already moving on to their next target, and so all I can think of is how easy it is for them to end that person's life and move on with their own life, as if nothing of consequence has occurred.
Granted these are television shows, but I'm only using them to explain a point. I guess it's why as I get older, I abhor violence more and more. I've never been a great fan of violence anyway, but it really gets driven home these days.
Of course, that is something about religion/spirituality that I dislike. The idea that "He's gone, but he's in a better place now". For that person it takes away some of the emotional trauma of death, but at the same time, it also takes away the hard edge of death itself, and the horrible event that has taken place, where one's life has ceased to exist. It's a double edged sword.
I guess I feel that there should be more to it than what there is. Perhaps I'm having difficulty with the idea that death is so common, as to be "normal", even routine. Nature is vicious, and time is so fleeting, and the clock just keeps ticking. So even if you survive the slings and arrows of day to day living, you will still be taken down by entropy itself. Life is costly. Time is exorbitantly so, and yet, so many of us treat them both like they're commodities that can be bartered against, when it just isn't so.
Sometimes I have no problems understanding why, at some point in our development, humans created a devil.
Sometimes I just want a hug.