A couple of weeks ago, it was time for me to take a break. It still is, but once again there are things to talk about.
Pressing pause on the tape of life is something I can recommend to everyone. If you fast-forward for too long, your surroundings will start to blur out.
You’ll forget things. You’ll miss things.
It took a long while for me to learn this, and I’m still in training. The lesson has been told before, but it is as important as ever; life is in the details. We stress too much. We run through life, looking for that … perfect place. It’s aching somewhere in the mind—surely it must happen one day. The place is in the future, and in the dream, we wake up in perfect surroundings, have meaningful discussions over cups of coffee. In the dream, we enjoy the fruits of a long life of earning and learning.
But there’s something wrong with the picture. You’ll feel it on good days, or very bad days. It’s there like deja vu. On a good day, things’ll fall in place, piece by piece in the puzzle that is a perfect day – the day you imagined. But it’s not entirely like you imagined. Somethings missing—it doesn’t feel right, not like it’s supposed to. The day lacks meaning.
Ever since the beginning of this, I’ve been searching for meaning to life; the premise being: there is none. Life is randomness. It is a huge twine of mathematical formulas that gives and takes, seemingly without patterns.
The dream of meaning is an illusion.
The lesson I’ve learned is: stop worrying and love the bomb. Find that, which is truly important. Be a collector. Collect good memories and scrap the rest. Do like Dale Cooper of Twin Peaks and every day, once a day, give yourself a present. Don’t plan it, just let it happen.
Press pause on your tape. Take a break. Look at people rush past you. You’ll notice they look quite ridiculous.