I was wondering if any of you wonder what my life motto is. Its a simple pair of phrases, each seeming contradictory of themselves. As follows:
"Life is too short to rush, and too important to take seriously."
And its not just a motto I speak- its the very words I live by. My wife, who is the sole and event horizon of my life, thinks this concept is utterly nutty.
Oh yes, I do have a wife. We are eminently happy, even though we don't have a sex life. You wouldn't either if the woman you love found sex extremely painful. But I digress:
She always gets very stressed out about everything. It must be done on time, right now. The world will end if its not done this very second. And no, its not pussy whipping me- she usually does all her chores with this attitude. She lets me accomplish mine as I see fit, so long as they get done. Which they do.
Today is almost over. I worked like a dog on my store. It won't be back to relive. If I rushed through it, I wouldn't have gotten to get the most out of it. But I did. If the work we had to do didn't get done today, there is tomorrow to do it in.
This morning, as I was laying in bed, I chose to cuddle up to my wife and snuggle with her for a while. Because I felt like doing it. Because I enjoyed doing it. And because if I didn't do it then, I would have one less chance to do it before I die.
So tonight, or tomorrow, when you wake up next to the one you love, remember that you only have one chance to live this moment properly. You won't get it back. It will never happen again. Don't think you'll have time to tell them you love them, or to cuddle with them, or to enjoy yourself.
Uh, what got me on this? Well, a few years ago I was hit by a succession of cold/URI/Flu type illnesses that left my lungs scarred. I dry cough all the time. I hack and wheeze. They come in bursts, and if they last more then a few seconds, I get light headed. Tonight it happened as I was climbing the very steep stairs in my 1905 vintage townhouse. I blacked out and fell- forward, thank god.
I'm not an old guy- I'm in my late 20s. I ran a marathon when I was 18. If I hadn't done that, I'd never be able to. I raced cars in my late teens and early 20s. If I'd never done that, I wouldn't be able to anymore. But I did these things. Because life is too short to rush, and too fucking important to take seriously.