As Plato poetically expresses,
‘‘nothing in the sensory world is,
there are only things that come to be and pass away’’.
But the important thing is to keep asking questions, for are we not the only species blessed with the capacity for active reasoning? Indeed, life flows, no matter if you believe or not that we are merely copies of the ideal Good, no matter if you have faith or not that God is waiting for us in the eternal paradise, no matter if you wonder if you are inhabiting an unreal world living scripted lives as Baudrillard argues, life moves on and it waits for no man. The truth is, maybe ‘the truth’ does not exist. Or maybe, if there are in fact many truths out there, then probably one of them would be simply to live and let live, and to love your fate.
Nietzsche’s ‘‘formula for greatness in a human being is amor fati: that one wants nothing to be different, not forward not backward, not in all eternity. Not merely bear what is necessary, still less conceal it—all idealism is mendaciousness in the face of what is necessary—but love it’’.
Love your fate, even if one minute you are planning your own perfect wedding and the next minute, you are diagnosed with a dreadful disease and the whole world comes crashing down, love your fate. Or else, in this world where everything is in constant change and nothing lasts forever anyway, the path that we choose to follow wholeheartedly is the only thing that we have to call our own.
Death is not to be feared, but having lived in vain is.