December 29th, 2003
I realized recently (perhaps not for the first time) that I have absolutely no life aspirations. None. Zip. Is this going to be a problem?
Is it already a problem?
Depends on how satisfied you are with where you're at, I suppose.
As of right now, I'm OK with where I am, sure. Life is change, though. And if there's nothing I really want out of life, can I continue on the arc I've been following?
Just because you don't want anything right now doesn't mean that you won't forever.
|Date:||December 30th, 2003 08:46 pm (UTC)|| |
As usual, I'm about to give an honest opinion that nobody else agrees with. I have long felt that people put entirely too much emphasis on "meaning". That life is not worth living if you don't make some huge mark on the world that nobody else could have or did. Well, to me that just sounds a bit arrogant. It is wonderful if you happen to have a creative talent and share that with the world as a means of expression. We need that. But not from everybody. Most people with that dream, quite frankly, don't have the talent and really just want attention, (yes I'm jaded, I've grown up in L.A and still live here, happily I might add). Sure there are other kinds of aspirations in life than that of the artist, but I find them to range from less than noble to futile, and then wrapping up in just plain wrong. Those would be A) the desire to amass great material wealth- I actually see nothing wrong with it, but I don't think it's a life goal with any real merit; B) the desire to make the world a better place- I did my time as an activist, and learned through my three years of grassroots organizing that, even up and down the coast of one of the more liberal and well informed states, that people, in general, suck and do not give a shit about anything other than themselves when it really comes down to it; C) winding up the just plain wrong category are two of my biggest pet peeves in the universe- religious motherfuckers and those who derive instant meaning from spawning little dysfunctional variations on themselves and then act like they are doing the most important job in the world by raising a family- creating the future... fuck them. I'm not saying nobody should have kids. That's just not possible. Though the fact that we have too many people on this planet is, arguably, the biggest problem we face, and there are plenty of children in this world who need homes and should be adopted by loving families before they go creating more mouths to feed, we'll put that aside for now. What I am saying is that it really pisses me off how much our society drills into our heads that being a parent is something noble and special that should be respected, lauded, and given special benefits, allowances and privileges. Being a *good* parent is noble and respectable, but that title needs to be earned. All being a parent means is that you fucked without protection. And that is widely considered the most important and meaningful thing a person can do with his or her life. Give me a god damned break. I think that a life spent without causing physical, emotional, or financial hardship to others, where, when all is said and done, you brought happiness to those you encountered, (we have never even met in person and over the past three or so years you've been there for me plenty, and made me laugh hysterically more than I can count, and that's just me speaking for myself- feel free to ask your other friends) is probably the best thing a person can aspire to. And you've nailed that one already. Besides, aspirations and reality are seldom the same. For most people, all their aspirations serve to do is cause disappointment when all does not go their way. If you come up with an aspiration, I will wholeheartedly support it. But is has to be your aspiration, not influenced by anyone else. If you don't come up with any, lucky you.
|Date:||December 31st, 2003 06:09 pm (UTC)|| |
Why worry? You're alive, you have good smart friends, and your bed is warm and dry.
Give yourself two presents right now. First present, listen to this juicy nerdy free advice, no matter how crusty, boring and troublesome it may seem at the moment.
Second present, open your retirement account today and contribute regularly, no matter how youthful, reckless and devil-may-care you plan to be. Later on, if you find a passion to pursue, and think, "Hey, I could have had a degree in comparative literature by now,'" or "Fuck, if I'd started practicing ten years ago, I could play the guitar by now!" you can say, "At least I have a big fat 401K. Fuck you, universe. Sally, I adore you. You've made me rich and happy."