We are born, have consciousness and then we die. That is, if you
believe the same thing I do: after we have each finished existing, there is
nothing. Each life blinks on and after a short time, it blinks off.
are three deaths. The first is when the body ceases to function. The second is
when the body is consigned to the grave. The third is that moment, sometime in
the future, when your name is spoken for the last time.”
Our miniscule existence on this planet consists merely of small
little lives making a small impact on this inconsequential planet. (Please
don’t misunderstand—I believe our impact on this earth is huge, if you forget
to consider that something else exists besides usand thisplanet.)
In comparison to the expansiveness and age of our universe and
beyond, our lives don’t even equate to the blink of an eye. They don’t equate
to a fraction of a millisecond. We are tinier than the thing that gives us the
ability to exist in the first place—the atom.
When we gaze at the sky and reflect on how small we are (even if
we don’t quite grasp how tiny), we experience moments of awareness. We wonder:
what really matters?
But, inevitably, reality steps in the minute we stop looking at
the sky to quickly remind us that in order to enjoy any part of life on this
planet (at least, the version of life that humanity has created for itself),
certain things, like a job, do matter.
How eye-opening it is to realize that if everyone—every single
being on this planet with a self-identity and opposable thumbs—would see that
nothing matters except making the most of this tiny bit of time we are alive,
we could all collaborate to live to our full potential, with the most joy,
health and love we can muster. Fuck the anger in politics and greed.
Since that isn’t likely to happen any time in this millennium,
as we are arather small choirand
this is a rather large (relatively speaking) auditorium, we can’t yet quit our
jobs to go frolic in a field of flowers and kittens.
Life inevitably changes and what happens in the next five
minutes will likely not matter a year from now (unless it does, but we can’t
predict or prevent that), never mind 100 years from now, or 10,000 light years
None of it matters. Move on. Life is, as we’ve already
discussed, way too short.
The bottom line is this: if we’re planning on hanging around for
the entire duration of our natural lives, what’s the point in being miserable?
How to make the best of our little existence:
Organize an impromptu potluck.
Say screw the laundry and go shopping at a thrift store for some
new additions to our wardrobe. (Yeah, we’ve got to wash it anyway, but this is
Take a walk at midnight with our favorite playlist.
Ignore the dirty house, grab a coffee and go outside to
appreciate the sun instead of cleaning. Tell our guests that we lost our broom
and mop. “Sorry, not sorry.”
Pick up litter, whenever you see it: on a walk, at the mall, in
our neighborhood, at a restaurant. Recycle it, if you can. It will feel good to
do good, this is a promise.
Play a board game (or Lego, or play dough or color, draw, craft)
withour kids. No
television, no iPhone, no distractions, just be there. Enjoy.
Book a last minute trip.Go somewhere you willlearnsomething. Fly somewhere exotic, or
hit up a town 30 minutes away, it doesn’t matter, just get out and go somewhere
Had a falling out with someone dear? Let go of why we’re pissed.
Who cares? Send an email with these words: “I’m sorry. I miss you. Let’s make
Take a “sick” day andreada book, front to back, in bed, with
The point is to live. Have a laugh. Be brilliant.
Do something—anything—that makes this place a little better for
all of us.