I never understood the blessing of a ‘long and happy life’. That seems more like an instruction than a blessing. It is an instruction that's not only difficult but also quite useless to follow. When I reach an age where I am considered worthy enough to bless others, I am going to wish them that they face an existential crisis at least once in their life. And that they figure out a way to survive it. That might sound like an ill-wish, but it's not. Existential dread is that paralyzing sense of the world being the way it is regardless of what you do. It's the taste of the absurd. That moment where your helplessness pushes you to alienate from yourself. You tend to look into the mirror and you can see through the image in there and yet not recognize who it is. It's like laughing in mute and crying without tears - an outpour of expressions without the accompanying substance or the soul. Probably all that sounds horrible to wish even to your enemy let alone your family, friends, or children. Yet, I would wish that for you and would wish for you to creatively survive it.