He told me of the Mayfly, which lives only long enough to reproduce other Mayflies -- anywhere from 30 minutes to 24 hours.
That blew my mind. It seemed so sad and meaningless.
I've been thinking about the Mayfly lately, because we go to work at The Chronicle each day now knowing how limited our time is. And it begs the question: Why bother with anything?
As my father would have responded, in his short time after being diagnosed with cancer: "Why bother with anything."
And I realize that, at least for me, the answer is that we are all like the Mayfly, just on different scales.
Would we live our lives any less earnestly if we lived just 24 hours?
And so it is that I go to work each day until the end of our lifespan, finding meaning in simple existence. Because if you don't bother with anything, you don't bother with anything.
And how meaningless would that be?