It’s easy to let our thoughts drift toward what might come after this life—what it means, what it fixes, what it promises. But when we stare too hard at the afterlife, we risk missing what’s unfolding right in front of us.
Life happens here: in small moments, in ordinary days, in the people we meet who frustrate us, challenge us, comfort us, or quietly shape us. Everyone carries their own story, even the ones we label as difficult or strange.
When we focus on this life instead of the next one, something becomes clearer:
meaning shows up in how we show up for each other.
It lives in patience, in kindness, in small gestures that ripple outward. Maybe the meaning of life isn’t waiting on the other side of death—maybe it’s created in the way we treat people while we’re here.