27 is the new 17 – you have got your whole life ahead of you.
I am glad the above statement is not true. I could not have lived with the whole of my life ahead of me. Just when I thought I was making progress, moving numbers…
27 is a simple number; just like 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 … you get the point. This last statement made me understand that I had gotten old. When you start counting your years one by one and after a certain point, you lose your audience, then you know you’re old. After 10, the numbers would translate as “la la la la” inside people’s heads, and like I said, you would start getting old.
So I am old.
And what do old people do? For one thing, they dispense advice. You know, about life and stuff. When you take it easy on the living-front, that is what you will be reduced to being-advice dispensers, hot and cold.
Today I want to write to you about life and stuff.
On second thoughts, I want to write about life only.
To begin with, there is no such thing as “life”.
OK OK! There is-everybody knows that! That’s everybody minus Osho.
But what is life all about?
My life can not represent the billions of human lives that have inhabited this earth ever since its IPO. But the lessons from my life would hopefully add to the growing body of wisdom leading up to a definitive meaning for this life business and what it is supposed to be about.
I have never lived years. I have never lived days even. What I have ever lived are moments. Some happy, others not-so-happy.
Another thing expected of old people –legacy. It is all about what they did when they used to be alive. I LIVED WHEN I USED TO BE ALIVE! I mean doesn’t that count for something? As if life isn’t hard enough, you are supposed to do all these extra-curricular activities. Confound it!
Why couldn’t they just say my name, lived this much years (at which point the people would start to cry heartily), God rest his soul, and beqa !
While we are at the cemetery, I want to let you know that I have come across the perfect epitaph. Don’t worry; just like you, I don’t know when I am going to die. It is from the book Herzog. What I can say about this Herzog character is that he had some issues but he also had his fair share (or more) of pussy. It goes something like:
“Lord, I had tried to fight the good battle; but I kept tripping along the way to the battlefield that I couldn’t get there”
Of course it is going to be a big tombstone, with acres of writing space, given the legacy that I am going to leave behind.
Okkk what did I forget? Tombstone, legacy, advice, I am not done on the advice part.
My credo is that nothing should get me down, ever. But I forget and hence the constant shift between zeniths and nadirs. The guy who said “what I know is that I don’t know jackshit” could have preferably said “Of course I know shit . But man oh man I forget “. Contrary to popular belief, there isn’t an awful lot of “knowledge” to be gained in this world. Just be happy, whatever the circumstance; that’s the better alternative after all.
That is the case, at least for my life.
Easier said than done; my bout of happiness, I know it is not going to last. And once I get down, I know that I am going to be up again.
So I am confused which one of my moments I should like more: the bad ones with the promise of betterment or the good ones with the threat of dissipation. Can you give me an advice?
Seriously you did not expect that I was going to give you advices .Did you?
Bemecheresahm leanbabiwoch/admachoch/temelkachoch yemakafilew minim getemegene yelegnim. Yihew haya sebat amet mulu minim neger saygetmegne.