Lately I have felt like my life is trying to box me into a figment of my aspirations for the epic tale that I am trying to weave. It’s almost as if my dream lifestyle is getting a strong case of claustrophobia and the only antidote is a needle worth of adrenaline.
I live for this adrenaline; it’s the juice of my life. New experiences, meeting new people, going on fantastic spontaneous adventures, I need all of it like a slop dripping IV or I feel as if my life is falling apart around me.
That being said, the world around me is constantly trying to box me in, offering simple labels for who I am and what I can be. Whether it’s a job title, a friendship, relationship, or even family, everyone around me seems content in the notion of mediocrity. Unfortunately for all of us, mediocrity is worse than death for yours truly.
Don’t get me wrong, if you want to work a 9-5 job, have a white picket fence, kids, go out to dinner on Friday nights, and curse the day you were a child, then by all means sign up for that lifestyle. Its easy, and nearly everyone can get something out of such a decision. To me, I would rather live by the fly of my seat, not knowing where my next paycheck is coming from, how I am going to get food, or where I am going to stay before I have to get on a plane to head to the next location.
Could this lifestyle backfire? Possibly, I could end up dead in a ditch somewhere, but that notion doesn’t really bother me much.
Simply living life, “just because” sounds like the single worst concept I have ever heard of. Sure, there is something to be said for enjoying the moment for what it is, and staying positive, both of which are concepts that I hold true to my heart. Though, at some point, you have to take a step back, look at your life, and say, “What the fuck man?”
I say screw the box, do exactly what you want to do because you never know when you will die or how long it will take for your master plan to actually come into fruition.
Life is too short to not have a good time.
Listening to my own advice