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Blink and it’s over

Why are we here?

I mean, it’s not like we had a choice.

Certainly, during my time, there doesn’t appear much introspection. It’s mostly angst, bitterness and a degree of ‘what might have been’.

I know, it’s all so dark, and hardly something to lift your spirits.

But think about it. Life, that is. We’re here for such a short period of time, given (in most cases) too much freedom and yet we still can’t find our purpose. In fact, if you think about it, we are our jobs (what’s in a title, anyway?) and it’s always about the money.

Sure, we try to make the best of things but, speaking personally, too often we get locked into a way of living that feels a mere drop of rain to the ocean of possibility.

Perhaps this is our lot. Never to be at peace. Always searching. Wrestling our demons to the ground; and living a shadow life.

I’m not sure I’ve many projects left that inspire me to go out on a limb. Too timid. Too small. But if I did get a chance to open up and speak to those who are starting to ask the bigger question(s), I’d love to share my worldly (as small as it is) experience and say something along the lines of:

none of it really matters.

Sure, that doesn’t meet the regnant label of ‘be all you can be’ but when the truth is told, we can thrash around to our hearts content, seek another hero’s journey but when push comes to Karmic shove, trust me, no one’s going to remember much, if anything, of our life. Don’t believe me. Go visit your local graveyard and see how few graves over the last 100 years are tended. I did it recently and I wasn’t the least bit surprised to see how few graves had any recognition of human contact. I recognise that that’s hardly a barometer of anything but what do they say: “Out of sight, out of mind”?

Perhaps I should change my slightly downbeat ‘none of it…’ message and say instead ‘rip it up’ but either way, as Socrates would allegedly have said:

The unexamined life [truly] is not worth living.

Over and out; until tomorrow — god willing.

Blessings,

— Ju