What is Life?

A friend complained to me that she has "no life" these days because she has been so busy at work that it's basically work-home-work-home-work... for her, sometimes working late into the night in office. And she even works some more when she reaches home. It's partly because she's taken on a new managerial role and there's just so many things she needs to handle. Am happy for her that her wait to be recognised has finally come through, having eked it out for so many years in the organisation. However, I'm also worried that she might get burned out. I wished I could help her out, but all I can give is moral support. Hope she gets a good aide soon when the coming re-org takes effect. Also, I pray she gets her promotion soon, and with it a significant pay rise as she had reached the cap for her level for a few years already. Hopefully that happens this July.

Anyway, my purpose of this post was to ponder what do we mean by "life" then? Is it the activities we do, which in this case, seems to be life outside of work. But if your passion is your work, doesn't it make it "life"? How wonderful if one can do what you're passionate about at work. But sometimes, it might kill your passion though. Whatever. I think I'm contradicting myself.

Or really, is it about what's inside of you? You can have all the activities in the world to occupy you, but if you're "dead" inside, whatever you do is not going to bring you to "life" isn't it? Just a shell that's forever searching.