Green day
Last time I posted the lyrics to Green Days "Time of your life" song. I love this song, not just because it is an awesome piece of music but that the words also speek to me.
Recently a 24 year old died very suddenly in Kananaskis, as did a 36 year old. Both people were killed doing the things they loved.
The awareness that death is almost completely unpredictable coupled with an acute sense of how little time we each have here has had me thoughtful lately.
I have been considering how little time I have here, and considering the things I am waiting for. I am contemplating at which point is waiting a non-productive use of precious time, or if it is maintaining hope for possibilites that may or may not come to fruition. I am wondering if I am appreciating opportunities and experiences that present themselves to the fullest.
I am fairly certain that both of those young people that died had no incling when they woke up on the day of their death that it was going to be their final day here. They most likely woke up looking forward to a fun day of enjoying their favorite activity.
Given our short time at existance should we wait? Or should we seize every moment as an opportunity to expand our minds, spirits and hearts.
If we do decide to hold out with hope, putting our possibilities on hold for something desired, at what point does it become so unlikely to occur that we Should move on? I suppose that comes down to when does hope run out. Weighing hope and desire against time and probablility on a set of scales.
I hope I pass on doing the things I love so much. I most likely will since I don't usually waste my time doing things I don't enjoy. I know my profession has given me a manic / panic perception of our allotted time and that coupled with an inexhaustable curiosity for all things makes me appear insatiable to some.
Life is just so full of awesomeness! There is SO MUCH to see, do, taste, experience, smell. Idling in neutral scares me. Straight up, that is what it is. Missing life scares me. Because I woke up this morning doesn't mean I won't be dead by tonight. Did I enjoy that last hour? It may be my last. Did I spend it waiting or living?
-Welcome to Madeileen's neurosis.
Recently a 24 year old died very suddenly in Kananaskis, as did a 36 year old. Both people were killed doing the things they loved.
The awareness that death is almost completely unpredictable coupled with an acute sense of how little time we each have here has had me thoughtful lately.
I have been considering how little time I have here, and considering the things I am waiting for. I am contemplating at which point is waiting a non-productive use of precious time, or if it is maintaining hope for possibilites that may or may not come to fruition. I am wondering if I am appreciating opportunities and experiences that present themselves to the fullest.
I am fairly certain that both of those young people that died had no incling when they woke up on the day of their death that it was going to be their final day here. They most likely woke up looking forward to a fun day of enjoying their favorite activity.
Given our short time at existance should we wait? Or should we seize every moment as an opportunity to expand our minds, spirits and hearts.
If we do decide to hold out with hope, putting our possibilities on hold for something desired, at what point does it become so unlikely to occur that we Should move on? I suppose that comes down to when does hope run out. Weighing hope and desire against time and probablility on a set of scales.
I hope I pass on doing the things I love so much. I most likely will since I don't usually waste my time doing things I don't enjoy. I know my profession has given me a manic / panic perception of our allotted time and that coupled with an inexhaustable curiosity for all things makes me appear insatiable to some.
Life is just so full of awesomeness! There is SO MUCH to see, do, taste, experience, smell. Idling in neutral scares me. Straight up, that is what it is. Missing life scares me. Because I woke up this morning doesn't mean I won't be dead by tonight. Did I enjoy that last hour? It may be my last. Did I spend it waiting or living?
-Welcome to Madeileen's neurosis.