Last night, driving home from some raucous evening of drinking and dancing to ridiculous music with even more ridiculous people, a good friend of mine mentioned the above in passing, and more than anything else I heard that night, that stuck with me more than anything that I've heard recently.
To me, it makes a lot of sense. Life is a gift; the gift is the opportunity to be what you want in life. It's the opportunity to better yourself, or to fall in line with the rank-in-file. And that choice is what makes all the difference. Life, for many, ends up being about what comes easiest or what makes them the most money, regardless of if they enjoy are doing. Life, for many, is about the destination, and not the journey. But really, what is the destination without the journey?
The only true destination that is common amongst everyone is death. Clearly, no one starts living with the desire to die as their only goal, a patient in life's waiting room. Life is as much about the day-to-day struggles of living as it is one's greatest triumphs. It's the struggles, toils, heartbreaks, and disapointments that we face head on that make us stronger, and similarly, it's those setbacks and troubles that prepare us to fully embrace life's greatest heights.
There is nothing beautiful about a privileged life--the beauty in all of life is born from the tragedy that one day, it'll all be over. It's what we make of our time here that matters most.
xoxo
Joe
