A Embedded Software Engineer who believes that one should seek meaning in life, as well as (or we may say particularly) in our work. Considering that work comprises more than one third of our lives, it will be a plain surrender to view it merely as a means to trade time for money.
Our existence is purely an extraordinary stroke of luck, a stroke that happens only once in a 1.4 billion years old universe. People generally don’t have the intuitive idea of it when the number becomes so large.
Imagine the history of universe as a road trip from Vancouver to Banff, the age of the Sun would be equivalent to the distance from Revelstoke to Banff. And your lifespan would be comparable to a screw on the roadside, more specifically, the diameter of a screw, not the length of it. If we only consider the years where we’re actually “independent” and “healthy”, cut it in half.
A screw on the road side, this is all we have.
That’s why in my opinion, “meaning” is so important: We are so ephemeral, we deperately yearn for a mark as proof that we were once here.
I was “thrown” to this universe without my consent, but I’m happy with this gift. My greatest hope to this gift is that I may make this world a little bit better and, though a slim chance, leave a faint trace behind me.