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It’s All So Fucking Ridiculous (Part 1)

Sad, funny, and ridiculous – that really pretty much sums up the entirety of the human condition. If you don’t understand what I mean then you probably haven’t lived long enough yet. Trust me – one day it’ll make perfect sense.

All that shit you thought was so important? Don’t be embarrassed – we’ve all been there. I know – it sure seemed important at the time. Dreams of somehow being special, of contributing something transcendent and meaningful to other people, and being recognized for it. The being recognized part seemed particularly important – after all, how can you know if what you did was special if it’s not validated by others?

Really? What bullshit. The truth is we’re all both special and somehow very ordinary at the same time. And fame and fortune? I’m sure it’s pretty cool, at least in the beginning – but how much will it matter when you get old and irrelevant – how much will it matter when you die? Here’s the answer to that question: It won’t matter at all.

But you know what’s not ridiculous? Love… Caring for someone and having them care for you. Helping other people and animals, trying to help the world around you.

Yeah, I said it – love. That about covers it. The rest is interesting, ego-stroking and fun at best. At least that’s my opinion, and for the moment I’m sticking to it. As a nurse, I’ve been around enough death to back this up with some empirical evidence.

Create for the simple joy of making something and leave it at that. Don’t expect anything more out of it – you were already rewarded just by the feeling you got doing it. Is it a hobby or “avocation?” Who gives a shit? It’s just fun expressing yourself, interpreting the world around you.

Just make sure you’re helping others at the same time, and for gods sake – try to give and accept love. Everything else is kind of inconsequential.