Life isn’t all that short

I’ve recently been denied. And like all things human and scum, here I am returning to my roots. Yes, it’s been almost a year now since my last post and I think it’s time to fire up this ship again. Hopefully on a more regular basis this time around, because I have a schedule now and schedules permit organization, which in turn allows for repetition, as I’ve recently discovered.

That aside, here’s a thought. I spent an evening over red wine with a lady friend who after a glass kept on insisting that life was too short and that we should make the most of it while we still could. And I, after waking up the next morning with a fork in my head for a headache, couldn’t agree to disagree any more.

Life isn’t all that short if we’re being honest. I can barely remember the last time I cut my hair, let alone what I had for dinner last night. I can’t remember what my favourite pants were a year ago and I seem to have lost any and all recollection of what my first date with a real person was like.

And in looking forward, the day’s end seems miles away while the working week an eternity.

Maybe all this entails a moldy memory of a person aging, but insight tells me that there’s a slight chance that some of these may have clicked with you as well. We just can’t remember that far back sometimes, well because it’s often too long ago.

Unless of course it’s of certain significance, like your wedding or the birth of your first child. You remember these things because you burn it into your skull that this happened on that date. Even still, some of us tend to forget, but that’s just because you’re possibly the penis-bearing sort.

The point I’m trying to poke at here is that life isn’t all that short. It’s quite sufficient actually. You’re born, you spend years doing absolutely nothing but playing in the sun or wherever’s fun. Then you go to school to have more fun, then college for completely, unrestricted fun, and then you go to work.

In hindsight however, life isn’t all that long either. It is long enough for one to enjoy an entire life spent forgetting every inch of what you recall and looking forward to your next memory to fill it with.

One theory is that, life’s only short when you’re caught up doing something that’s utterly useless to your existence. Like being in real-estate when all you really want to do is drive fast cars.

A second theory suggests that in being human, ‘enough’ is never enough. We’re fussy. We complain. We always want more. We’re unappreciative of what we’ve had and have and therefore left feeling like we didn’t have it at all. Greedy sons of bitches are what we are.

Personally, I believe life is long. Presumably, this means I get to do what I want. I’m a sports writer, particularly able in the field of Formula One and motoring in general. I wish to be a full-blown Formula One or motoring journalist one day. Maybe it’ll happen, and maybe it won’t. I hear Prime Ministers get paid pretty well in this country too.

The point I’m trying to make I guess is that time is precious yet plentiful. Do with it what you can while you can and maybe you’ll get by till the next Friday come around.

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