What’s The Point?… I was asked the question recently where I thought my life was going.  I laughed to myself and answered back “I hope you’ve got a half hour of time to waste for this one.”  But as I started to answer I found myself stumbling over my words, trying to lay out this pathway I thought I would be walking down the rest of my life.  I couldn’t even put together what I would be doing the next 5 years.  I finally just said, ”I’ve got no idea.”  Now to the person that had asked me this, you would have thought I had just drowned the hopes and dreams of millions in a pool of laziness and liberal hippythought.  Even though I think I’m as far off from your typical hippy, not that there is anything wrong whatsoever with hippies, I just don’t think I’m one of them, but I do get that every now and then.  Back to my thought process behind this answer though. “I don’t know.”  I almost felt relieved responding with this, because the truth is, I don’t have a clue as to what I’m going to do with the rest of my life.  I know parts of my life that will be with me for the rest of my life but not what I’m going to be doing.  I know that I plan to spend the rest of my life with the most beautiful girl I know, at least as long as she’ll put up with my incessant resistance to planning out our next dinner itinerary.  I know that I will always be a free thinker and speak my mind and opinion even if I am the polar opposite of correct (which even though I don’t often admit, I know I am).  I know I will always have a passion for music in every sense, playing it, writing it, listening to it, dancing to it when I’ve had a few too many or I think no one is watching.  But as far as what will I do for the rest of my life?  Your guess is as good is mine. I feel as though fear of the unknown prompts a lot of people to have this “plan” that I think my inquisitor was looking for me to respond with.  Every move they’re going to make to keep them on a safe path and retire to a golf community in Florida at the ripe age of 65.  More power to you my friends.  That’s not me.  I’ve got too many questions and not enough experience to answer them.  So when people that have just as much experience in answering the question “what’s the point?” or “why are we here?” try and tell me I need a plan I smile politely and ask “why?”  Why do I need a plan?  What am I planning for?  What am I living for?  I can’t tell you why we are here and neither can anyone else.  What I can tell you, is the things “I’d like to do” in my life.  Not necessarily thinking I’ll get them all done and not really considering it a bucket list.  More of a brainstormed list of things I think would be fun and challenging to try and accomplish. I want to start my own business and have it succeed beyond any of my initial expectations, sell it only to start another business that fails miserably.  I believe feeling the accomplishment of success as well as humbleness of failing rounds out a person and keeps them level headed enough to remember what people go through everyday.  I want to give my younger sister her first underage beer just as my older brother did me and teach my little niece how to snowboard.  I want to write a book for the hell of it and see if I can get it published.  I want to try stand up comedy and see if I can get that one big laugh from the audience that will make the other 95% of the act seem worth it.  I want to move to Bali with my girlfriend and teach English in a green friendly school for a year or two.  I want to discuss the Holographic Theory with a neuroscientist (checked this one of a few weeks ago).  I want to find a way to pay the bills I need to, provide for the ones that depend on me and still experience real happiness every day, because I know it can be done.  And last but not least (for now), I want to learn how to play the fiddle so I can stand on a cliff at the Pacific Ocean during sunset and shreddarize “Devil Went Down to Georgia”, all while yelling “I’m the most from Coast to Coast”.  Now the last one I have to admit, I’ve had two cups of coffee just recently and watched Richard Pryor earlier today but none the less it’s on there.  The point is, I have no idea what I’ll be doing for the rest of my life.  And I am okay with this, because I don’t know where I’ll be or what I’ll be doing and don’t feel if I don’t plan for the unknown my life will be ruined.  And if I don’t end up retired on a golf course in Florida at 65, then so be it.  But I think I’ll have a great time not getting there. I live, I love, I am… -SP

What’s The Point?…

I was asked the question recently where I thought my life was going.  I laughed to myself and answered back “I hope you’ve got a half hour of time to waste for this one.”  But as I started to answer I found myself stumbling over my words, trying to lay out this pathway I thought I would be walking down the rest of my life.  I couldn’t even put together what I would be doing the next 5 years.  I finally just said, ”I’ve got no idea.”  Now to the person that had asked me this, you would have thought I had just drowned the hopes and dreams of millions in a pool of laziness and liberal hippythought.  Even though I think I’m as far off from your typical hippy, not that there is anything wrong whatsoever with hippies, I just don’t think I’m one of them, but I do get that every now and then.  Back to my thought process behind this answer though.

“I don’t know.”  I almost felt relieved responding with this, because the truth is, I don’t have a clue as to what I’m going to do with the rest of my life.  I know parts of my life that will be with me for the rest of my life but not what I’m going to be doing.  I know that I plan to spend the rest of my life with the most beautiful girl I know, at least as long as she’ll put up with my incessant resistance to planning out our next dinner itinerary.  I know that I will always be a free thinker and speak my mind and opinion even if I am the polar opposite of correct (which even though I don’t often admit, I know I am).  I know I will always have a passion for music in every sense, playing it, writing it, listening to it, dancing to it when I’ve had a few too many or I think no one is watching.  But as far as what will I do for the rest of my life?  Your guess is as good is mine.

I feel as though fear of the unknown prompts a lot of people to have this “plan” that I think my inquisitor was looking for me to respond with.  Every move they’re going to make to keep them on a safe path and retire to a golf community in Florida at the ripe age of 65.  More power to you my friends.  That’s not me.  I’ve got too many questions and not enough experience to answer them.  So when people that have just as much experience in answering the question “what’s the point?” or “why are we here?” try and tell me I need a plan I smile politely and ask “why?”  Why do I need a plan?  What am I planning for?  What am I living for?  I can’t tell you why we are here and neither can anyone else. 

What I can tell you, is the things “I’d like to do” in my life.  Not necessarily thinking I’ll get them all done and not really considering it a bucket list.  More of a brainstormed list of things I think would be fun and challenging to try and accomplish.

I want to start my own business and have it succeed beyond any of my initial expectations, sell it only to start another business that fails miserably.  I believe feeling the accomplishment of success as well as humbleness of failing rounds out a person and keeps them level headed enough to remember what people go through everyday.  I want to give my younger sister her first underage beer just as my older brother did me and teach my little niece how to snowboard.  I want to write a book for the hell of it and see if I can get it published.  I want to try stand up comedy and see if I can get that one big laugh from the audience that will make the other 95% of the act seem worth it.  I want to move to Bali with my girlfriend and teach English in a green friendly school for a year or two.  I want to discuss the Holographic Theory with a neuroscientist (checked this one of a few weeks ago).  I want to find a way to pay the bills I need to, provide for the ones that depend on me and still experience real happiness every day, because I know it can be done.  And last but not least (for now), I want to learn how to play the fiddle so I can stand on a cliff at the Pacific Ocean during sunset and shreddarize “Devil Went Down to Georgia”, all while yelling “I’m the most from Coast to Coast”. 

Now the last one I have to admit, I’ve had two cups of coffee just recently and watched Richard Pryor earlier today but none the less it’s on there. 

The point is, I have no idea what I’ll be doing for the rest of my life.  And I am okay with this, because I don’t know where I’ll be or what I’ll be doing and don’t feel if I don’t plan for the unknown my life will be ruined.  And if I don’t end up retired on a golf course in Florida at 65, then so be it.  But I think I’ll have a great time not getting there.

I live, I love, I am…

-SP