Note: I think any life philosophy should be an unfinished essay. If you're finished, you're finished, cash in your chips and go home.
Sitting in bed one night I started thinking about life. No, this wasn't the first time I ever thought about life, but for sake of arguement lets just start with the thoughts for that night.
All in all, my life is pretty good and I think feeling good about your life is fairly important. I'm not sure whether the former leads to the latter or vice versa.
"Is there any hell so real as here and now?" --- Jim Morrison
Well, Jim, I don't think there is. I also don't think there is a heaven more real than here and now. I've made my share of heaven and hell without having a thing change outside my own head. I like to think I'm getting wiser, but maybe I've just figured out that things are as good as they're going to get so you might as well enjoy it.
The delight of the meal that you just then wanted to have. Dancing to a song you can't get enough of. The joy in reading a story that touches your heart. The awe of seeing that you've touched someone else's heart. It's simple things that make life worth living. Feeling the sun on your face after two days of rain, sleeping in for that extra 15 minutes because you hear the rain falling outside.
Yeah, I still spend 50+ hours a week doing stuff I really would rather not be doing. But that's not going to change for a while, so why fight it. Anyway, that leaves 120 hours for doing things that make the people at work wonder what you're smiling about. Most of the time they just wouldn't understand.
And guilt, gave that up. I'm sorry, I've done things wrong okay. There, over, done. Can't fix it then I'm not going to feel bad about it. I'll probably make more mistakes, but that's part of being human. Guilt sucks, it keeps you from doing anything because you might make a mistake. Screw that. I'll make my mistakes and do the wrong thing sometimes. But at least I'll do something.
So now "my future is so bright I've got to wear shades." But my classmates are voting me most likely to become homeless. The rat race is good for animals willing to eat their young and the tail doesn't fit me well. If they give you lined paper, write the other way.
I love life. This probably explains my ability to survive this long unmedicated through pretty strong boughts of depression. But I really do love life.
"I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral." Barenaked Laddies okay it's Ladies, but mine's funnier
Two bit philosophy bits:
Perhaps the secret to life is that there is no secret at all.