Ruminations, etc..

Has anyone ever said to you (or, have you ever said to anyone), “Don’t take life so seriously…no one gets out alive, anyway!”

Ugh.

What a stupid platitude.  That doesn’t make any sense at all.  Why does the fact that you die mean you shouldn’t take life seriously? If anything, with those kind of stakes, you should be taking life even MORE seriously.  This isn’t like you’re leaving a party that you can come back to.  When you die, that’s it, Twyla, it’s over.  No more. Fini!

You know what I don’t take seriously?  Stuff that has no consequence or things that I can back and redo, like first drafts.   I don’t take  first draft of anything seriously because I know that I can go back and fix things to make it better.  Life isn’t like that.  Life is one and done, partner.  So maybe you should start taking your choices a little more seriously.

What’s even worse about this stupid and annoying little bromide is its inherent nihilism.  So, if I’m understanding you correctly Professor Positive, since we all die there’s no meaning in anything.  We go through our hellish, meaningless existence and eventually the only reward we have is a deep, cold hole in the ground.  That’s it.  So cheer up — quit taking everything so seriously!

Can you believe that bullshit?  See pal, I take things seriously because death is coming, because we only get one shot.  I want to make sure my life has some kind of meaning — even if it’s an arbitrary self-imposed one — because this is the only chance I have to make my mark.

I know, I know, I’m thinking about this too deeply. Really, why am I getting so tripped up about this?  Why take life so seriously?  No one gets out alive, right?

Grrr….

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