Living life with reckless abandon
Mom brought something up the other day I haven't really talked about on here before. When I was a young child I would often walk or bike ride out into the street without looking to see if a car would hit me. She always thought that it was because I was in my own world or stupid, and she had to protect me from being hit by a car and dying. It's funny how she has always acted that way about things, especially my weight, that I am going to die instantly because I don't pay attention to things that will kill me. I don't see this as a negative thing. It's simply that I always knew I wasn't going to die then. And you know, worrying about being hit by a car or something just has never seemed productive to me. I'd rather live a happy life for 40 years and then die inexplicably than have a miserable life for 80 years. The point is that everybody dies. And I think that it's foolish to constantly try to cheat death. Maybe I'm just weird. The only thing I am ever sad about is feeling like I've missed out on experiences. I think that even though I haven't accomplished much, I have had a lot of interesting experiences, and I have met a lot of people who have enriched my life. And I think that's what life is about. It's not about quantity, it's about what you do with what you've got.