Hush Now, Child

I hate the saying "Life is short."

Like, a lot.

I really, really hate it. And I’ll tell you why:

It’s not.

Life is the longest thing you’ll ever do. Furthermore, for the most part, it should be intentional.

Calling life short isn’t giving the immense landscape of your inner life any credit.

Saying “Oop, life’s short!” is like saying “Oop, well, it’s here!” as justification for eating a huge tray of Cinnabons.

Eventually you’ll be a huge fatty and living with a completely retarded, skewed life view.

Don’t do things because life is short. Do things because you want to do them, and you’re adult enough to own the fact that you want them.

People shouldn’t be using a fear of death to dictate their decisions - that leads to all kinds of unsightly guilt and self-loathing - people should value themselves enough to do whatever the heck they want to… for themselves.

Eat the Cinnabons. But don’t hate yourself for it. You’re not eating them cause they’re there. You’re eating them because you want to. So own that. And don’t feel guilty about it.

Ie: instead of “Well, my life is fleeting in comparison to infinity, I might as well do (this thing I don’t want to do) because (a person/the universe) expects me to (do something)” - “My life is the only thing I’m going to do. Ever. Let’s do this right, self.”

They’re the same, but different.

Life’s not short. That’s not the point.

The point is that your life is yours. Not hers or his or theirs.

And at any given moment you have the power to do whatever the fuck you want.

You are choosing this moment here.

You chose the moments before this one.

And you’ll choose every moment in your life until the day you die.

You’re the protagonist. You’re narrating. How you see it is how it is.

Ya know, man?

I think that’s way more romantic than religion.