A finite number of years to exist
We have a finite number of years to exist, before our consciousness fades into the nothingness. Arguably there is never going to be another person that thinks exactly like you, that feels like you do, that loves like you, that has the same exact experience as you. Its almost sad that after a span of barely over a 100 years, you will inevitably cease to exist.
Its almost ..sad, till you realize, it should be finite. And its the sense of that finality that drives a sense of purpose. A sense of urgency and an overshadowing feeling that we should at least do something, before the candle burns out.
If we lived forever.
If we lived forever, there would be no motivation, no incentive, no fear, no excitement. We would see it all, and live through it all and eventually life would lose all meaning, till we become mere meatsuits walking about, going through the motions. The finality of life, perhaps, is what makes life so special, and unique. The fact that we are born, and then we're gone. The central premise that nobody lives forever. That our thoughts and feelings, hopes,dreams and achievement can be conveyed to posterity without us living forever. No wonder the early Egyptians hoped to pass down such through hieroglyphics and text.
Why do we behave as though we live forever?
This begs the very existential question.. Why do we behave as though we live forever?
We often act as though we have all the time in the world, like we must move at our own pace and not rush things?
We must put the finality of this life at the very forefront and strive to achieve whatever we can, when we can. It is not just enough to sit and be laid back expecting things to fall on our laps. Every second gone is every second gone, and every birthday is just time telling you you're approaching the end.
Time is fickle.
Time is fickle and it is not enough. It can betray you and run out at any minute, you know this and yet you choose not to think about it. But maybe you should. Kick fear in the ass and do whatever you want to, right now. Try out thay new thing, that new style, fly across the globe.
I'll admit, I'm a huge procastinator, but after I got a chance to reflect, I'm definitely going to take my advice for once.
Every second counts.
Tick tock, says the clock. You could have already taken the picture that would be used at the funeral, and this could be the last thing you read. Nobody knows, and such is life. Every tick on the clock is one you can never get back, and each one should account for something. Whether something immediate or a step to something bigger. It is never okay to just exist and go through the motions without purpose or intent. That isn't you. It should never be.
Live life as though you may die tommorow, plan for life as though you won't live forever.
Pretty hardcore right, and yet it is the truth. you must combine the two. Whatever you can achieve now, you should. Whatever you can try now? you should. Never leave a trail of regrets and inactions. Rather only actions. You won't live forever, so set goals and work towards them. Smash them and acheve something feel the joy of long term achievements before your flame is extinguished by nature. Everyone gets a slate and we choose how we write on them. Its like poker. Some are dealt good ands, and some are dealt bad hands. But it is how we use them that really matters.
Leave a piece of your mind for posterity.
Imagine your mind as a big gooey substance floating in the air, and with each experience and decision you make in life, with each passing minute it gets bigger and more and more goo added. You see, dear reader, that big substance is you. There will never be a mind as unique as yours, and you should leave some for posterity. Whether you write a book or chronicle it on a social media account, that is you leaving a footprint that people can remember your consciousness by. A visible feeling that you existed and still, left something behind.
And then it ends.
Just like you were not aware of anything when you first opened your eyes, someday, you will cease to be aware. A blitz sort of. A beautiful, poetic and climactic one.
A final message to you.
Die with memories, and not dreams. You will not gain anythng from inaction, nor will you do so waiting for the right moment. Just do it.
Beautiful
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