This morning I remembered that life isn’t meaningless. Life isn’t about work or play or hardship or pleasure. If so, then it becomes all about trying to do or enjoy or overcome as much as possible before I die or become too weak or sick to do or enjoy any of these things. My life would revolve around death and its unpredictabe timing, and these things would become meaningless. Thankfully, life isn’t about these things. Thankfully, life is about the Creator of work and play, and thankfully He has defeated death. I am thankful for the Gospel.