Is there any meaning in my life that the inevitable death awaiting me does not destroy?

My question – that which at the age of fifty brought me to the verge of suicide – was the simplest of questions, lying in the soul of every man from the foolish child to the wisest elder: it was a question without an answer to which one cannot live, as I had found by experience. It was: ‘Why should I live, why wish for anything, or do anything?’ It can also be expressed thus: ‘Is there any meaning in my life that the inevitable death awaiting me does not destroy?’

Tolstoy, A Confession, in Timothy Keller, The Reason for God, (Hodder 2008), p.201

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