We are all going to die. I repeat: no matter what, we are going to die. So why do we keep on living ignoring the elephant in the room? Spending so much time and energy caring about minor insignificant details? Shouldn’t THIS (inevitable death) be our major concern?
Ignorance is bliss they say. But I say if you have information you make more educated choices. This is not like hunching your back and looking down at your notebook in class hoping the math teacher will pick someone else to get up and resolve the equation. We will eventually all be called up. Wouldn’t it be better to feel “prepared” then?
One of my favorite singer once sang (roughly translated): “When the sun comes up and I am alive that is all that matters to me”. Grant you he is now a raging alcoholic, but let’s focus on the message here: What truly matters? What is really at stake? To live while we can.
Somehow we manage to ignore death for most of our life because it is “The Voldemort” of our story, “it who must not be named”. We call it something else to reassure us: passing, leaving this earth, departing… it’s like a freaking airport.
Monday, Friday, weekend, those are labels we put on spans of opportunities. Nine to five, happy hours, those are name we gave to slots of possibilities.
They all matter, they all have the same value, but somehow what we call them gives them more or less importance. Mondays are dreadful and Fridays are longed for. But anyone can see through the varnish, those are the exact same days, same amount of hours, same set up, same chances, it is only our mindset that differs, only what we chose to ignore and what we decide to acknowledge.
Things have to be fun, cool, awesome, exciting to matter and the time in between is often considered worthless. But remember, even a boring day at the office is a day you lived.
By: Mo Oléron