Life and Death: Make The Most Of It
July 3, 2012 § 8 Comments
I’ve got bad news… WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!! OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GIVE ME BACK MY WIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh wait. I didn’t mean right now. Eventually. We will eventually die. I know it’s not breaking news or anything, but sometimes I think we get complacent of the fact that we are mortal. That our time on earth is short. That most people are dead and that we must all meet the same fate unless you’re a vampire.
And even in the case of vampires, if True Blood has taught me anything it’s that vampires are actually really easy to kill if they aren’t main characters. So I guess you better talk to your agent if you’re a vampire.
I guess during my month of not drinking I had a lot more time to think about my own mortality and how I’ve chosen to live my 29 1/2 years on earth. I’m not trying to get serious and I’m definitely not trying to get religious, but no matter what you believe in it’s almost always going to lead to the fact that you’re here for a short period of time. So why have I wasted so much of that time?
I haven’t wasted all of it, mind you. I have put forth many good faith efforts recently to make sure that I’m moving towards finishing some stuff while I’m still alive, but I haven’t worked hard enough to cut out the stuff I could do without. Maybe it’s time to start focusing on me and for those that read this, maybe it’s time for you to start focusing on yourself and start doing less for others.
I’m not saying that you have to be selfish… but yeah, you have to be kind of selfish.
Like, how many hours of your life are you going to spend doing something for someone else without equal in return?
How many days are you going to spend neglecting your own needs for someone else? Are you going to help someone move and get nothing in return? Sure, friendship is plenty in return and that’s a fair offer, but I’m talking about when there isn’t real friendship. When it’s not your job. When you’re just doing it because you are a pushover.
I’ve been alive for 10,788 days. How many of those days are good faith efforts to make my life mean something?
Let’s knock out the first third of my life, which was mostly spent learning how to walk, talk, reed and spel good, and not consider any of that a waste. That gives me 7,192 days. To be even more fair, lets only consider days since I graduated from college and been in the real world: Approximately 2,231 days since I graduated college.
How many of those days have I spent my time wisely? How many of those days have I worked towards making sure that my life wasn’t for nothing? How many of those days have I spent working for the man? How many hours of those days have I spent worrying about whether or not I did the right thing? Whether or not I made myself look stupid? Whether or not I upset somebody else?
2,231 days is a long time. It’s six years and change. Six years sounds like a long time but it really doesn’t feel like a long time, does it? If you told me to wait six years for something, I’d tell you to suck a dick, but how fast have the last six years flown by for me?
But 2,231 days sure does sound like a lot of time.
2,231 times I woke up out of bed or the bathroom floor.
2,231 times I thought “here we go again.”
2,231 times I had the weight on my mind that I better have a job, make some money, and pay my bills.
4,462 times that I rubbed one out.
Sorry, too much information? I no longer have time to worry about whether or not what I am saying is appropriate or whether you’ll like it. I actually considered above to not tell you that I’d say “suck a dick” but then I said again to myself: I don’t have time to worry about whether or not I’m doing things to appease somebody else. That’s the truth, I would tell that person to “suck a dick.” I don’t have time to say anything that’s not the truth.
I write for purpose and that purpose is to teach myself about certain things and in the process sometimes that helps others. But at the same time, it’s not always going to be entertaining for others. The absolute funniest thing to me that I ever wrote on this blog got zero “likes” and you know what? Who gives a shit? I wrote it and I thought “This is something that makes me laugh.” If it failed to make anyone else laugh, oh well. I guess I won’t bring that one to the Comedy Store.
Do things for people because you love them. Or because it’s your job. Or because it’s mutually beneficial.
Write for yourself, or whatever it is that you love to do.
Spend time with entertainment but don’t waste your time with bullshit. In the last two days I’ve read halfway through The Hunger Games trilogy and I’ll finish it by Friday so that I can say, “Hey, I read that. It was good. Now I can move on.”
Tell the truth, it usually requires a lot less time and thought. Be straightforward. Ask yourself in certain situations what you would do at that moment if it was your last day on earth.
Don’t worry about what other people think unless you love them. Or it’s your job. Or because you need them.
We’re all going to die. It’s highly unlikely that you’re going to die today, or that you’re going to die tomorrow, but one of these days is going to be the day. That’s a guarantee, so at a certain point it’s time to stop acting like we’re immortal and start doing the things that we need to do while we’re here.
What are you waiting for?