What is there that is actually worth caring about?

Everything at some point can seem so meaningless when I actually think about it. My favorite football team, my favorite food, my best friends, my family, great movies, transcendant music, it will all fade away. We drift through this life acquiring temporary tastes and momentary relationships.

What value is there in all of it? Which points to the greater question, what value is there in life?

I don't know. And maybe that's what makes life worth living. Not knowing. The haze at the end of that far off journey keeps drawing me forward. All I know is that there are pleasures worth having. There are a lot of experiences that bring life into my soul. Through each of them, the underriding knowledge that accompanies me; sharing life makes life liveable. As I share in the lives of others and give of myself, I start to feel peace. That peace invites a sort of joy. Maybe that's love. Sharing in life, because we will surely share in death.