Life isn’t about hogging the last bread roll—it’s about sharing the table. We don’t need to wait until Thanksgiving or Christmas to invite someone to share our table. Who will sit at your table? Who will you invite over?

IF EVOLUTION WERE ALL ABOUT PROCREATION, men would die at 30 and women would die around 45. We would mature, have sex, raise children, and die. So, why do we live so long? Because old people are needed to contribute as community members, wisdom keepers, storytellers, and backup parents. We do not stick around to retire. Our evolutionary mandate is not to grow into a life of leisure or a second adolescence. The world did not—and does not— need that, and that simple fact was once obvious to everyone. We old folks are here to be busy spiritual action heroes for our communities, families, children, and society—proudly working more than we did when we had our careers. Our job is to save the world.

A FEW WEEKS AGO, I was in Boulder, Colorado, at the studios of gaia.com, creating a meditation series tentatively called Care of the Soul. I sat on my knees and gave dharma talks about grief, anxiety, forgiveness, right practice, and compassion. Then I guided the audience through a Vipassana/loving-friendliness meditation. I spent a lot of time sitting that day, and the mind chatter that kept taking me from paying attention to my breath during meditation was about responsibility: specifically, what should I do about the injustice, hate, bigotry, exploitation, and other poisons so prevalent today?