Just what the fuck ARE you doing with your life?

What is your purpose? What do you feel you need to achieve? Take a moment and see if you can sum it up in one short sentence. Now take another moment and make sure there isn't anything else you'd like to add. One short sentence. If you can't sum up what it is you want to be in one short sentence then perhaps you simply don't know.

If you took a few minutes to read the last paragraph and are now coming up with reasons why I'm wrong (lie all you want, you don't know wtf you're doing); what is it that keeps you moving? If you don't know where you're going, why are you going anywhere at all? To do what: put yourself through school, pay the mortgage, have kids, drive a nice car, brag at your high school reunion? Sounds like a fantastic recipe for a midlife crisis.

To those of you, the few, wonderful you, who answered "Me", pat yourselves on the back and go have a cookie. See me later for a complimentary blowjay because you are single-handedly keeping the human spirit alive, and I can dig that.

The best thing any one of us can do for the rest of civilization is simply to be us. You be you, I'll be me. If your you just so happens to be dead under a bus, I guess that's how the cards were dealt. But you better damn well do every single thing possible to make sure you were all the you you could be, so when that bus makes you into roadpie everybody will know who to mourn.

As for those too weak to be themselves... it was nice not knowing you.

Motivation

This is something I wrote about a year ago. I finally decided to publish it:

What is motivation? Is it something that comes in waves, or does it appear at the flick of a switch? How is it created? Who sends it? Is there a God of motivation who graves chosen individuals with the gifts of foresight and time management? Does it come from deep within oneself, or must it be applied from an outside source? Does it well up inside a person waiting for the taps to be opened?

It is none of these things. Motivation is a choice based on necessity. Personal necessity is most generally the cause. People get out of bed every day to go to work because they have to.

Why do they have to? What is the greater purpose? That is something each person must answer for themselves. Is it worth it to pay the rent, put food on the table?

Motivation comes from a dream. Dreams are the greater purpose in life.

Dreams put people with no money through college. They laid tracks into the West and put men into space. Dreams are responsible for every great act in history.

The hardest part of life isn't getting out of bed every day; it is realizing your dream.

Is it better to believe blindly or live cynically?

Woe be the man who chooses belief over life.

What are you living for, and what are you living under? What guides you, motivates you and drives you? Where is your moral compass derived from? If you're like me, the purpose of your life is to experience life. That's it.

Here's a depressing thought: When you die, there won't be anything after that. The human body is just a big machine, and when it shuts down that's the end of the story. Maybe you believe in reincarnation, and maybe it's true, but you won't remember your past life, that's for damn sure. So who gives a fuck?

Now, most of you reading this right now probably think I'm one bitter son of a bitch. And in part that's true. But you're looking at this all wrong. I'm not putting any stock in the existence of an afterlife, and that motivates me to live the best god damned life I know how. Because this is the only shot I get.

So you tell me, is it better to live your oh-so-short life in a manner which will preserve your soul (living like a pussy) for the eternal? Or should you wring every ounce of LIFE out of your frail body?