It may have been Albert Camus who said that the only philosophical problem is suicide. He meant if you have a reason to keep on living, you don't need to ponder much about why and how to live, since you have your purpose (or purposes) that you want to accomplish. Much of modern living seems to be about multiplicities: multiple purposes, multiple constraints, restrictions, considerations and worries, multiple possibilities, multiple needs, fears, worries, etc. Now that I think about it, I wouldn't be surprised, if one way or another, life had quite a few multiple possibilities 1, 2 or 10 hundred years ago.
Last night, Lynn picked "Last Love" as a movie worth watching. It was. An American philosophy professor has been teaching in English or just living the retired life in Paris. His wife loves the city and she is dying of cancer so he keeps living there, more or less for her sake. When she dies, what is there to live for? He doesn't speak French but manages to get by, while taking language lessons of a sort from a woman friend. He develops a friendship with a young French woman who is less than half his age. Suddenly, there is quite a different slant to his life and more to live for.
The movie qualifies as a good one in my opinion. It has 5 stars in Netflix but not a very high Rotten Tomatoes rating.