May 9, 2013
Life is repetition. With variations on the theme thrown in occasionally, so you don’t forget you’re alive. Get up, bathe, eat, go to work or school, come home, eat, watch TV, sleep, repeat. Now this may not be your particular rundown of daily events but you get the general idea. Regardless of how your day is spent, it eventually falls into a patterned course of actions. It’s called a daily routine, you do it routinely every day and aside from the aforementioned variations—this is life.
So what are these variations? They are anything that shakes up and disrupts an individual’s daily routine. These variations can be good or bad but on a deeper, psychological level, they are for the most part unwelcome. Regardless of their situation human beings do not enjoy change, no matter how much they might deny it. “Change” is in fact not good. For most, the strongest desire is for things to continue on as they always have, predictable and undisturbed, with nobody rocking the boat.
Living for the weekend? It’s true the average working class person spends 80% of an allotted weekly time frame directly or indirectly involved in a job. Getting up and getting ready for, driving to, working, driving home, winding down from, resting for more tomorrow. So it’s none too surprising that, despite the current economic crisis, people want to get out and create variations of their own on the weekends. They want to get the most out of their personal 20%. Really though; how long does it take before that “time out” falls into a repetitious pattern of its own? How long before you find yourself at the same place, doing the same things, on a weekly basis?
So you’ll travel? Go to other places? And you will find that no matter where you go, no matter what you do, it’s all basically the same with a different background. There are only so many experiences out there to be had, many of which you have no interest in experiencing. And once you’ve reached your limit, then what? You may be somewhere else but there is still nothing new under the sun.
So what’s the point? What’s the glory in living? What is the meaning of life? That’s simple enough to figure out—there isn’t one! You are born, you live, you get bored, and you die. That’s really all there is to it.
My gawd this is really depressing isn’t it? There may not be a meaning to life but there should at least be some point to this column. Well, I wish I would hurry up and get to this point, because I’m really starting to piss myself off at myself. Oh wait here it comes...
The overall purpose of living is not what we do with it, neither is it where we do it. It’s who we do it with. (This actually applies to another subject as well but we’ll save that for another day.) Do not misinterpret. This does not mean we should live our lives worrying about the impact we will have on the lives of others. Or how they will perceive the time they had with us when we are gone. Screw that! Who gives a happy Jean Claude Van Damn what happens after they die? Life goes on; even if you make a significant difference in someone’s life or even the world you’re not there to see it so you’ll never know. No, what this means is we should focus on surrounding ourselves with those who make us happy. People who make us feel good to be alive and can help us to get the most enjoyment out of our short time here on the planet. And if you can do that, maybe you can break up that repetition a bit and make your life a little more worth living.
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