The Contract Between Birth and Death

A quiet meditation on witnessing a friend’s decline and the unspoken contract each of us carries from the moment we are born.

The contract between birth and death exists, but so does the space in between in which we live.

Arun Kumar

Summary: A reflection on witnessing a friend’s quiet surrender to illness, this essay explores the unspoken “contract” between birth and death. It meditates on how we meet life’s final chapter — suddenly, unknowingly, reluctantly, or with grace.

There are moments when life pauses with an exhausted exhale. Those are the moments when we often wonder — why us?

Yesterday afternoon held one of those moments. Our friend, diagnosed with stage‑three lung cancer and worn down by six months of a relentless cycle of hope and despair, stopped by our house on his way to yet another hospital admission. His body has been faltering — persistent coughing, low‑grade fevers, breath arriving in shallow fragments — and the doctors have not been able to explain why.

When he sat in the car in our doorway, there was a distinctive look in his eyes — a sadness edged with quiet surrender, the kind that comes when we sense it may be time to let go of something we cherish. From the passenger seat, his lips trembled as he said he was tired, and in that tremor, perhaps, lay a sentiment he did not name: that if his journey were to end, he might no longer resist it. It is a hard thing to witness — the softening of someone’s will to live.

From the day we are born, there is a contract written into our existence — a contract between birth and death. It is not negotiated, and often not even acknowledged through most of our living days. The contract simply states: if we are born, then we shall also die.

And the ways this contract is fulfilled is as varied as ways we live.

For some, death arrives without warning — a heart attack in the middle of the night, a car accident on an ordinary afternoon.

For others, the contract is fulfilled at a time when we no longer possess cognitive clarity to understand what is happening. Our minds are dimmed, and death becomes an event we do not witness as it happens.

There are those who, worn down by the sheer effort of living, begin to long for the contract to be completed. Illness, chronic pain, or emotional exhaustion can make the confirmation of life feel heavier than its end.

And then there are those who meet death with a kind of grace. They look back on a life that feels complete, a story that has reached its natural concluding chapter. For them, honoring the contract is not a tragedy but an acceptance to the rhythm of existence.

But there are also the ones for whom the moment comes too soon. People who had plans — travel, retirement, long‑imagined, often postponed joys — only to find that life had other intentions. They are the ones who feel ambushed by the contract.

Perhaps the tears in our friend’s eyes were not only from pain, but from the dawning awareness that he may be asked to honor the contract sooner than he ever expected.

And that raises a question I cannot quite shake: if we are fully aware — except for those rare souls who reach a state of graceful acceptance, are we ever truly ready to let go?

As I write this, I find myself wondering about my own eventual fulfillment of the contract. Will it be a quiet passage in the middle of the night? Will it come at a time when my mind no longer knows itself? Will it be a slow decline accompanied by gentle acceptance?

These thoughts remind me of the fragile, luminous interval between birth and death. The contract exists, yes, but so does the space in between in which we live and have the agency to shape living in one way or other. And perhaps that is a message also written in the contact.

Ciao, and thanks for reading.

 

Lessons From the Retirement Community (8): The Quiet Power of Frameworks

Pickleball is more than just a game — it teaches how frameworks can help shape different parts of life.

The paradox is that freedom of choices often flourishes best within constraint (of frameworks)

Arun Kumar

Summary: After a year of pickleball, as improvement slows, I find myself searching for a framework to guide progress. A structure that can simplify complexity, provide direction, and transform frustration into steady gains. I am learning that having frameworks — on the court and in life — offer clarity, stability, and workable solutions.

It has now been a year since I first picked up a pickleball paddle. What began as a casual pastime has grown into a ritual. The court is more than a rectangle of painted lines, more than the shouts and playful cries that rise in the heat of a match; it is a Piazza in some small town in Tuscany, alive with rituals, where a tribe convenes. Pickleball has proven enjoyable not only for the game itself but for the stacking of benefits — movement for the body, connection to feed the spirit, and the quiet reassurance that comes from belonging.

Yet, after a year, I find myself on a plateau, carrying the quiet weight of frustration. The early days of swift, almost effortless improvement have faded, and now each gain arrives more slowly, demanding intention and direction.

The game offers countless angles for refinement: the proper athletic stance, the soft touch of a dink, the elusive third-shot drop, the deep serve and its equally deep return, the art of slowing the game down, the tactical placement of the return on the weaker side, the backhand return, shot aimed at the feet or the body. The list goes on, and with each addition the mind grows overloaded as to which ones to pursue.

The sheer abundance of possible avenues for improvements becomes paralyzing. What I long for is not another tip but an organizing framework.

This longing for a framework is not unique to pickleball. It is a longing that echoes across life. Frameworks, in general, are good to have. They provide guardrails and limit the range of possibilities. They prevent us from being paralyzed by the wide array of choices we face. Without frameworks, life can feel like a game of whack-a-mole: solve one problem and another pops up.

With frameworks, the path becomes more linear, more predictable. Perhaps less exciting, but also less burdensome. And as aging arteries remind me, excitement is not always the best virtue to pursue. Predictability, stability, and assurance carry their own quiet dignity.

Building a Home: The Metaphor of Structure

Consider the metaphor of building a home. One does not begin with the intricate details. One builds from outside in and not inside out. One begins with the structure: the foundation, the frame, the roof. Only once the outside structure — the frame — is secure does one move inward to make the place habitable. Frameworks in life serve the same purpose. They provide the skeleton upon which the flesh of daily choices, and our agency, can rest.

In pickleball, my framework to make progress might be as simple as focusing on three elements: deep serves, deep returns, and proper stance. These three can become the foundation for seeking further improvement. Once they are secure, the more intricate strategies — the dinks, the drops, the placements — can be layered in.

The Comfort of Linear Progression

Frameworks reduce often difficult nonlinear problems of life into quasi-linear ones. They do not solve everything, but they make what seems unsolvable manageable. The solution may not be perfect one, but it is workable. And workable solutions are often enough. Of course, from time to time, doubts will creep in — am I missing out on something by narrowing my focus? In those moments, I need to remind myself that the alternative is not necessarily any better. To chase every possibility is to drown in them. To narrow the field of choices is to breathe.

As I age, I find myself valuing frameworks more. Youth thrive son improvisation, on the thrill of spontaneity. Aging, however, brings a different cadence. To help navigate, frameworks become companions.

Of course, frameworks are not without their limitations. Too rigid a framework can limit exploration. Too narrow a path can blind us to alternative possibilities. The paradox is that freedom of choices often flourishes best within constraint

Returning to the Court

So, for now, I will return to the pickleball court with a simplified framework for improvements I seek. Deep serves. Deep returns. Proper stance.

And beyond the court, I can also carry the lesson into life. The concept of frameworks is not just for pickleball. They are also good for different aspects of living, e.g., investing, pivoting.

Ciao, and thanks for reading.

 

Curating Local Meaning: The OASIS Approach to Living

Life may lack inherent meaning, but by curating an appropriate portfolio of engagements, I can look forward to rising each day with anticipation.

Looking forward to getting up in the morning with anticipation, enthusiasm, and vigor is a litmus test for living well

Arun Kumar

Summary: Even if my life may not have an inherent meaning, I can still create local meaning through deliberate engagement and make my ephemeral journey a string of days that I look forward to living.

It is not difficult to argue that the universe — and my life within it — lacks a predetermined meaning. All I need to do is look around and observe the role of randomness: how quickly the trajectory of life can shift or collapse, how forecasts in weather or finance broaden with time, how the course of evolution might easily have taken a different turn in which I would not exist.

If such small perturbations can yield radically different outcomes, it is hard to claim that I possess any inherent meaning and purpose. And yet here I am, a conscious being, compelled to ask questions — not only about the meaning of the universe, but about the meaning of my own place within it.

I ask the question because without an overarching meaning and purpose, living through the days of personal existence can easily become burdensome chore. Routines and activities begin to feel stripped of narrative, hollow in their repetition. To counter this, a local meaning can ease the weight of living. It can provide a thread of coherence, a reason to rise in the morning, and a story to live rather than endure.

How might I construct a local meaning and purpose for my life? The answer I seek must be pragmatic — something that can weave itself into the necessities and pressures of modern living yet remain simple enough to be understood and practiced by many. Perhaps it could resemble religion in its accessibility but be grounded in reason rather than just faith.

An answer is that the purpose of my life is simply to live the life that the unfolding of the universe has made possible for no apparent meaning and purpose. And if living itself is the purpose, then why not fill my days with activities that make me look forward to getting up in the morning with anticipation, enthusiasm, and vigor? Could there be any reason not to strive for this goal?

Local Meaning and the Litmus Test

“Looking forward to getting up in the morning with anticipation, enthusiasm, and vigor” becomes a litmus test for whether the activities I engage in are the right ones for making my life meaningful. To know that the trajectory of life is sound, building and curating a portfolio of engagements that makes life meaningful is, therefore, what I seek. Such a portfolio is far more promising than filling my days with activities that render the act of rising from bed a burden.

Imagine waking each morning only to drag myself to go to a job I dislike, or confronting the distasteful prospect of sixteen waking hours stretched before me with no clear sense of how to inhabit them. And then imagine repeating such morning day after day, ad nauseam. That alternative does not resemble a life worth looking forward to; it is precisely what the portfolio of meaningful engagements is meant to guard against.

The Framework

So now I have the litmus test to assess the orbit of my life. One additional tool I need to make my life meaningful is a framework that can help me fill my portfolio of engagements with appropriate activities.

The guiding principle for doing so is simple: find activities that fit the contours of what I value. How do I know what I value? By noticing what keeps me engaged. Doing them makes me stay with them. They bring me into a state of flow. They feel natural and effortless. I do not hesitate to return to them. Having them on the next day’s agenda makes me look forward to getting out of bed with anticipation.

The portfolio of engagements can be built through a few guiding steps:

• Observe: Notice what activities absorb me, where time dissolves, effort feels light, and an urge for returning to them feels natural.
• Align: Ensure the activities resonate with what I value — creativity, learning, or maintaining physical wellbeing.
• Sustain: Choose activities that can be woven into daily life and can be sustained.
• Iterate: Revisit and refine activities as circumstances shift.
• Savor: The activities that make me anticipate tomorrow’s agenda with delight; if an activity makes me savor the idea of waking up, it belongs.

This is the principle of OASIS — Observe, Align, Sustain, Iterate, Savor. The philosophy here is pragmatic existentialism. Life has no inherent meaning, but using my agency, I can create a local meaning through deliberate engagement. By curating a portfolio of engagements, I can thread coherence into the chaos, narrative into the randomness, joy into what could be burden.

Living the Gift of Another Day

The universe did not intend for me to be here. But here I am. And if I am here, why not live with meaning and purpose? Why not fill my days with activities that make me look forward to waking up?

To know if I am doing that, the litmus test is simple: each morning, do I rise with anticipation, enthusiasm, and vigor? If yes, my life is good. If not, it is time to revisit my portfolio of engagements.

Ciao, and thanks for reading.

 

Origami of the Mind: Folding Free Time into Meaning

Having the luxury of discretionary time, absurdity of our predicament when confronting a silent universe becomes an opportunity, for therein lies our agency to construct a local meaning and purpose of our life.

Only when the belly is full, one is afforded the luxury to ask: What is the meaning and purpose of my life?

Arun Kumar

This morning, I sit in a comfortable chair, sipping my first cup of Earl Grey as the chill lingers outside. There are no sounds of shelling, no bullets slicing the air, no queues to fight for rations to appease the fire in my belly. In this quiet, I am free to ask questions that so many others cannot afford: What is the meaning of my life? What is its purpose?

I have the luxury of discretionary moments — after breakfast, lunch, and dinner — when I can sink into a sofa lounger and ponder not only about life in the cosmos in general, but my own in particular.

For many, life unfolds as an unbroken chain of nondiscretionary moments. And here lies a curious paradox: those without the luxury of free time cannot pause to reflect on meaning and purpose, while those who have it squander the gift on distractions that now are instantly accessible (requiring nothing more than a connection to the web), and therefore, also do not reflect on the meaning and purpose of life.

A few, however, do choose differently. They seek philosophical underpinnings for their existence. Along that introspective journey, some get lost in the labyrinth of abstract philosophical structures and fall into an abyss. Few others, on the other hand, discover simple wisdom: that meaning arises not from cosmic design but from having a portfolio of engagements that that makes us look forward to waking tomorrow.

If you find yourself with the luxury of time and a lounge sofa, recognize this: life and cosmos may not carry no inherent meaning (and you can leave that question for philosophers to figure out). However, you hold agency, the power to curate a portfolio of engagements that make your mornings an act of anticipation rather than dread.

Having the luxury of discretionary time, absurdity of our predicament when confronting a silent universe becomes an opportunity, for therein lies our agency: the chance to build a portfolio engagements that transform mornings from dread into anticipation.

Ciao, and thanks for reading.