Transcendence

I wonder if my time is being wasted. If my energy is being wasted. Then I ask myself:

"Wasted on what, in regard to what? By what standard?"

Honestly, I wouldn’t know. Capitalism would suggest I measure everything in terms of profit, evaluating the worth of my time through a "numerical-economic" lens, like return on investment (ROI).

But then I think about how money, when linked to death, feels unfulfilling to me. While transcendence does... the idea of extending oneself, of reaching the immortality of thought, experience, and knowledge. In my view, it would be a wasted life if I couldn't pass on these irreplaceable, deeply personal insights to someone.

Sure, I must also enjoy life, deriving pleasure from the senses and so on, but there is something greater calling me—something that won’t allow me to ignore the need to share what I’ve learned, what I’ve experienced, and what I’ve thought. I feel driven towards this form of transcendence, as if bound by the idea that my existence cannot merely be an end in itself.

On an evolutionary level, I want to feel useful. I want to contribute to the improvement and optimization of future generations, leaving a mark, even if a small one.

It shouldn't be death coming towards me, but I who advance towards death.

It shouldn't be time that runs out, but I who exhaust it.

It shouldn't be life that leaves me empty, but I who empty it of every possibility.

The time we live, seen in this way, is not wasted.

And then, I wonder: beyond books, videos, and works, could AI be the key to this transmission? Like intelligent, empty containers, ready to replicate the best of us, creating artificial versions of ourselves.