There is no meaning

I didn’t ask to be born. Perhaps I shouldn’t have been.

But since I’m here I’m in no hurry to leave. This reality fascinates me. What may happen tomorrow intrigues me. My curiosity keeps me alive.

Not the hope for an afterlife. Not the thought that I may become rich or famous. Just a detached interest in what’s happening.

Checking out is final, and I have no intention of checking out until my time expires.