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This lands because it refuses the myth that purpose is a finish line. What she’s really naming is the grief of losing identities that once did the explaining for us and the relief of discovering we’re still useful without the costume. Ikigai isn’t a productivity hack for aging gracefully. It’s permission to stop auditioning and start contributing from what’s actually alive now. The world doesn’t need our résumés. It needs our clarity. And that usually shows up right after control leaves the building.

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To the Infinite, the Finite & Our Foolishness

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Life’s irony’s the view we benefit

from physical, material delight

as though naught counts but what’s felt or in sight

while ignored our souls are desperate

for what should count the most—the infinite;

yet we’ll go on till it’s too late, despite

much instinct in us of what’s truly right

that life’s content is so inadequate.

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Regardless, to that same life we cling tight

since the physical solely seems definite

thus for material matters we fight

—like the blind-mind addict’s barbiturate—

while Great Hereafter’s placed post-the-finite

so skewed are values foremost we’ll permit.

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