Life is all about passing time

I remember when I used to sit with my grandparents in their room during their last days, this conversation would almost always come up. They would always say:

It's difficult to pass time now. Life was better before.

And I used to console them by affirming, "Yes, even I feel the same."

As I was in college during those days, I was well accustomed to spending my time doing simply nothing for hours and hours!

I would tell my grandmother that life is all about passing time and nothing more or nothing less. Everyone is here on earth to pass time.

People might think otherwise. They may think they are doing this thing or that thing to bring about a change or create meaning or make the world a better place and all that.

But in the end, it is all about passing time. Nothing to gain, nothing to lose, nothing to achieve, nowhere to go.

These two words, passing time, I felt at a much deeper level back then. Like it would pierce the ego-film and go deep within.

Now I remember saying those words vaguely, but it doesn't move or ache my soul like it used to back then.

What are your views on the time given to us in life?

Do you usually think about meaning and purpose of life?