Dear People of the World (formerly Dear Americans)

Recently I have come to believe life means killing time until death. Cultivating such thinking is particularly liberating when you are in grips of depression, with seemingly never ending suffering.

The notion that it is imperative to accomplish great feat is often at the root of all suffering. I believe that enjoying the simple pleasure at a moment, without obessesing with accomplishing greate deeds, without setting goals is one way of living a life.

What do you think?