We’re Living Our Only Life This Very Second
Note: This is a corny and cliche post that you can do without reading.
It hit me hard!
I’ve never really lived like I imagined I would. Always in a hopeful chase…
Once I get there… Once I have that… Once it happens… then I would live as I have always imagined… then, maybe, I could as I always imagined.
It happens with everyone I suppose.
We’re all in the chase for things with the hope that maybe that would make us happy; that would make us live. That once we get there, we would finally attain the nirvana and thereon have a happily ever after.
It’s the human brain: always wanting better, always wanting more.
But what if that “better” and “more” never arrives?
And worse, what if they never arrive and you’re stuck in the unlivable?
What if this is it?
What if that image of an “ideal” life is just a wish and this what we have is what we get?
Listening to one of Keegan DeWitt’s pieces, I peeked outside my window. Early hours of the evening, the sky wasn’t entirely dim. Birds were flying to nest for the night. A building stood at a distance. I could see a few people from their windows. Right in front were tens of people in view living their own stories, oblivious — and careless — about others’. I looked up at the sky. Crescent moon lurked behind the clouds, making occasional appearances to eyes.
It all felt good.
The music, the sky, the birds, the moon…
It felt comforting.
It felt like if nothing changes, I’d be fine.
It felt like if everything changes, I’d be fine still.
It was peaceful.
Mind wandered until it took a stop at a thought: This is life. What we’re living right now is life. There’s no nirvana. There’s no happily ever after. There’s no ideal life that we tend to believe. This is it. Yes, things might get better; contrarily, it may get worse. In any case, this is it. This is one life we’ve got. Every minute we’re wasting on hoping for that nirvana or “ideal”, we’re ridding ourselves from living. It’s a big cost.
Of course, after a while, my mind hopped on to the other thoughts. And very assuredly, the marks left by this cliché and retrospective realization will fade soon.
But whether I remember it or not, whether we think about it or not, the fact doesn’t change. What we’re living in this very moment, that’s life. This is it! Whether we like it or not, we’re spending our lives… A life that we’ll have just once. It’ll all be over soon. And it will be over without us ever being in that position where we’re living an ideal life.
Do I want to live?
Or do I want to wait to live?