In the name of the lord, most mighty in service of whom our lives will be spent.
This is how most articles in the medieval times would have been written. In supplication of the lord that granted the barn journalists bread and water, it was customary to address ever letter with a little praise for him. This doesn't mean that we have to do it still, because as a certain Mr. Dylan identified correctly, the times they are a changing.
I wouldn't want to harp on about songs. Do they give meaning to our lives? Maybe, they do to some people and in that sense, lots of people would derive meaning from lots of things.
If I told the people who are gladly living their lives, that they had only 60 more years left ( cheers from the octogenarians!) ... I don't think that their current way of living their life would change by that much. The vastness of time would seem to loom in front of them and they would continue to plan for the future far ahead, while livning the kind of life that they wanted to, every now and then.
What IF?
What if, I told a healthy middle aged person that he/she has 30 years to live. It'd be hard for to accept, but not totally unlikely given that 30 years is sufficient time to wind up our lives and do whatever extra things that we've put on the back burner. I expect that most of them would become a little more focussed in the kind of life that they want to live, in the kind of people that they want to share their lives with and then also the choices that they make would be more reflective of this choice.
What iff?
The fun starts when I tell someone that they have only 10 years to live, which is assuming that I am some sort of magical creature that comes every once in a while to tell people how long they have got left. It's a strange iff, for buried deep inside every person is perhaps this fear that they have to die and yet the vagueness of the oncoming death does little to keep them reminded of it. When suddenly, you have the 10 year target, I think it would bring about a hell of a change.
What do you think 'You' would do?
I would give up on my current life, take up travel blogging, never settle kind of life to fill every possible experience that I can imagine into the remaining 3560 days, see now I am thinking about the time in a much more concrete term.. it's about how my focus changed. I'd take up odd jobs now and then to sustain myself and I can even see myself doing something meaningful for those years in terms of working, but I would never take a piece of shit from anyone just for the sake of work.
Morally, I'd suffer a decline maybe.
I won't bother about long lasting relations and one night stands would become more common. But, I don't see myself doing bat-shit crazy stuff, not in the beginning at least, because well... there are those 10 years to live and I don't want to spoil it with disease and disability.
There'd be more sports and more flirting and less of job hunting and more of partying and less of cholesterol watching and faster biking and slower walking and ferocious reading and kind living.
What ifff?
So, now you have only a year to live A SINGLE GODDAMN YEAR TO DO IT ALL!!!!
Ahhh...hhhh..hhh.. Sorry my brain was exploding with the thought of it. Take it away it's too much, too awful, too short, too long.
Yup, deep breathing helps.
One year sucks, it's too short to do anything meaningful and too long to just sulk about it.
I'd go to a monastery to find some calm and travel again, but this time I'd be sadder and somber and more aware about the sword hanging over my head. This is like only a certain number of weeks left. So I'd have to plan them out, like winters for the beaches and summers for the hill stations and then partying in the cities when the monsoons are around and they've been cleaned of all the shit.
I might try for a visa to go to some exotic foreign land... If the process takes too long then I'd just fu&* it and go bombastic in India.. it has a decent amount of poverty to depress me in my last days. hey! I forgot about charity>>> I might try to teach kids in my last year, like really change their lives and see them succeed.. give them hopes and a positive mindset.
It would be more satisfying than just aimlessly roaming around.
Yup, that's what I'd do. Virtually adopt 20-30 orphans and spend my time in teaching them all I know, making them emotionally strong and gritty and self reliant.
What iffff?
I had only a week?
One week? God nooooooo... not this short a time
I'd just sell all my stuff and then move to some hotel and blow it on girls and drinks and drugs and tiger meats. I realised that deep within me, beneath the facade of a peaceful guy, there lurks that wanton suppressed desire to go crazy. I realised this only when I tried to imagine my last week on the planet. I mean, what else am I supposed to do?
I can fly away to different locations, commit crimes ( for novelty) and then run around naked ( again strictly a novelty thing) and eat a lot of banned stuff ( what the heck ) .. but it seems kind of sad somehow.
I mean, I'd love to fly out with my close friends and relatives to some hut in a hill station and then spend that time with them and have an amazing week just trekking, laughing, drinking myself to death, building bonfires and climbing trees and you know swimming in dangerous streams and jumping off cliffs into lakes. Yeah that sounds better. That's what I will do then.
What ifffff?
One day. A single day? Argghghhhh...
I love you. I had to say it to someone and I'd tell her. Then I'd also take my bike and visit every close friend, relative that I have and spend some quality time with them and have a good meal and be welcome death dancing with my best buddies ...
What ifffffF? seriously it's getting too ungrammatical ..
One minute.
A single minute ?
I'd run out of my room, hug my mother and say nothing till I pass away? Sounds cool?
Time changes how we view our lives and we keep pockets of it reserved for some uncertain future when someone would literally give us these pockets of time to full fill, except that life's a bitch and not everything happens how we imagined it would.
Maybe I should do it now.
All of it.
This is how most articles in the medieval times would have been written. In supplication of the lord that granted the barn journalists bread and water, it was customary to address ever letter with a little praise for him. This doesn't mean that we have to do it still, because as a certain Mr. Dylan identified correctly, the times they are a changing.
I wouldn't want to harp on about songs. Do they give meaning to our lives? Maybe, they do to some people and in that sense, lots of people would derive meaning from lots of things.
If I told the people who are gladly living their lives, that they had only 60 more years left ( cheers from the octogenarians!) ... I don't think that their current way of living their life would change by that much. The vastness of time would seem to loom in front of them and they would continue to plan for the future far ahead, while livning the kind of life that they wanted to, every now and then.
What IF?
What if, I told a healthy middle aged person that he/she has 30 years to live. It'd be hard for to accept, but not totally unlikely given that 30 years is sufficient time to wind up our lives and do whatever extra things that we've put on the back burner. I expect that most of them would become a little more focussed in the kind of life that they want to live, in the kind of people that they want to share their lives with and then also the choices that they make would be more reflective of this choice.
What iff?
The fun starts when I tell someone that they have only 10 years to live, which is assuming that I am some sort of magical creature that comes every once in a while to tell people how long they have got left. It's a strange iff, for buried deep inside every person is perhaps this fear that they have to die and yet the vagueness of the oncoming death does little to keep them reminded of it. When suddenly, you have the 10 year target, I think it would bring about a hell of a change.
What do you think 'You' would do?
I would give up on my current life, take up travel blogging, never settle kind of life to fill every possible experience that I can imagine into the remaining 3560 days, see now I am thinking about the time in a much more concrete term.. it's about how my focus changed. I'd take up odd jobs now and then to sustain myself and I can even see myself doing something meaningful for those years in terms of working, but I would never take a piece of shit from anyone just for the sake of work.
Morally, I'd suffer a decline maybe.
I won't bother about long lasting relations and one night stands would become more common. But, I don't see myself doing bat-shit crazy stuff, not in the beginning at least, because well... there are those 10 years to live and I don't want to spoil it with disease and disability.
There'd be more sports and more flirting and less of job hunting and more of partying and less of cholesterol watching and faster biking and slower walking and ferocious reading and kind living.
What ifff?
So, now you have only a year to live A SINGLE GODDAMN YEAR TO DO IT ALL!!!!
Ahhh...hhhh..hhh.. Sorry my brain was exploding with the thought of it. Take it away it's too much, too awful, too short, too long.
Yup, deep breathing helps.
One year sucks, it's too short to do anything meaningful and too long to just sulk about it.
I'd go to a monastery to find some calm and travel again, but this time I'd be sadder and somber and more aware about the sword hanging over my head. This is like only a certain number of weeks left. So I'd have to plan them out, like winters for the beaches and summers for the hill stations and then partying in the cities when the monsoons are around and they've been cleaned of all the shit.
I might try for a visa to go to some exotic foreign land... If the process takes too long then I'd just fu&* it and go bombastic in India.. it has a decent amount of poverty to depress me in my last days. hey! I forgot about charity>>> I might try to teach kids in my last year, like really change their lives and see them succeed.. give them hopes and a positive mindset.
It would be more satisfying than just aimlessly roaming around.
Yup, that's what I'd do. Virtually adopt 20-30 orphans and spend my time in teaching them all I know, making them emotionally strong and gritty and self reliant.
What iffff?
I had only a week?
One week? God nooooooo... not this short a time
I'd just sell all my stuff and then move to some hotel and blow it on girls and drinks and drugs and tiger meats. I realised that deep within me, beneath the facade of a peaceful guy, there lurks that wanton suppressed desire to go crazy. I realised this only when I tried to imagine my last week on the planet. I mean, what else am I supposed to do?
I can fly away to different locations, commit crimes ( for novelty) and then run around naked ( again strictly a novelty thing) and eat a lot of banned stuff ( what the heck ) .. but it seems kind of sad somehow.
I mean, I'd love to fly out with my close friends and relatives to some hut in a hill station and then spend that time with them and have an amazing week just trekking, laughing, drinking myself to death, building bonfires and climbing trees and you know swimming in dangerous streams and jumping off cliffs into lakes. Yeah that sounds better. That's what I will do then.
What ifffff?
One day. A single day? Argghghhhh...
I love you. I had to say it to someone and I'd tell her. Then I'd also take my bike and visit every close friend, relative that I have and spend some quality time with them and have a good meal and be welcome death dancing with my best buddies ...
What ifffffF? seriously it's getting too ungrammatical ..
One minute.
A single minute ?
I'd run out of my room, hug my mother and say nothing till I pass away? Sounds cool?
Time changes how we view our lives and we keep pockets of it reserved for some uncertain future when someone would literally give us these pockets of time to full fill, except that life's a bitch and not everything happens how we imagined it would.
Maybe I should do it now.
All of it.
