Do you ever feel like life gets in the way of you trying to live? That there are so many responsibilities like work, raising kids, washing dishes, doing laundry, cleaning your house, going grocery shopping, paying bills, masturbating, that you don’t have any time or energy to actually live life? You end of convincing yourself that there is always tomorrow, so you never end up enjoying today.
What would life be like if we all lived each day like it was our last?
Isn’t that the most empowering and terrifying idea you have ever thought of?
That is why traveling can be so good for the soul. You are in a place you have never been and tend to say “yes” to everything. “Sure I will go skinny dipping with sharks. Who cares if I have my period and a gaping wound on my foot? I am in Australia lets go!” How can we bring that adventurous energy into our every day lives rather than existing like we are waiting around to die?
I have been thinking about this idea because sometimes I get bored hanging out with a baby. Not that The Munch isn’t delightful, but there are moments when you say to yourself “Man, I already know how to count… and yeah puddles do get your shoes wet, and yes that is a car…” Rather than living her wonderment of the world I try to entertain myself by distracting myself in one way or another… but then I realized something.
If I don’t stop to look around once in a while, I might miss something…
Not only is my time with The Munch as a baby finite, but she is the embodiment of living like there is no tomorrow. She gets so excited by the most seemingly simple experiences from laughing at her farts to the pride of climbing the stairs, and commits to each moment with full attention. Even though it might not be a big deal for me to watch a ball role down a hill, if I can see the world through her eyes watching gravity is way more entertaining then watching TV.
Perhaps what adults need most is a childlike approach to our grown-up lives? Maybe there is bliss hidden behind the most mundane chores if you choose to see the game of reality? Isn’t it just as absurd to live in a state of stress and anxiety than it is to live in a state of perpetual play? Or maybe I am just immature… after all, I still find farts to be hilarious!
“OMG did you hear that one?? I think I might have shat my pants!’
