Lately I’ve been watching a lot of Comedians In Cars Getting Coffee. Well, listening mostly. If you haven’t watched it before, it’s a show where Jerry Seinfeld (whose comedy I love but whose show I did not care for) drives around in really fantastic, beautiful cars, talking about everything you could possibly imagine. The show has had some of the best guests you can imagine including some of my personal faves with Kristen Wig and President Obama (not a comedian, but a pretty funny guy.)

Today, while I was doing the dishes, I was listening to an episode with Carl Reiner and Mel Brooks. It turns out that these two comedic geniuses spend every night together, eating supper, watching pre-recorded episodes of Jeopardy, and watching a variety of movies.

While Jerry was chatting with Carl Reiner, there was something that Reiner said that really struck me.

“Every morning I get up and I read the obituaries and if I’m not in them I have breakfast.”

Now, it might seem like a funny joke from a funny guy and that might be it. But there’s so much to what Reiner says.

For so many of us, each day is spent trying to figure out what the purpose is. We know that our life means something. We’re important. We’re vital to the future of the planet.

Maybe. Or maybe not.

I think if we spent less time figuring out what to do with our lives and more time enjoying the fact that we still get to live it, we’d be a lot better off.

And there’s a second part that’s about as meta as things get.

When you spend your time doing, things happen. That’s pretty straight forward, right?

Things happen because you make them happen. It is a real rarity in life that you hear some super successful individual say something like, “yeah, I was just sitting around and all of the sudden I just sort of thought it would be neat if I started a company and that company just sort of turned into a company that sold for billions of dollars and no I live in a boat and fly wherever I want.”

Read the obits. If you’re not in them, have breakfast.

After that do something.