And I am not talking the short term heat-of-the-moment flush of sexual excitement.
No, what I speak of is your motivation.
For life itself.
What gets you up in the morning with a smile of anticipation and eagerness to start another day?
We only have an average of 77 years and four months when the sand starts dropping through the hourglass of our lives. The life expectancy dropped thirteen months in the year of the global pandemic and I am thinking that if you had the chance to ask every single person who was dying, a vast majority would be on board for another thirteen months if given that option.
It’s all we have.
Throw out years 1-12 because you really don’t know shit by then. Now, you go through puberty and lose the next 5 years to hedonistic pursuits. Eighteen through 25 no one, and I mean no one, can tell you anything because you are young, good-looking, and you have it all figured out. You think you are just like the movie Cocoon, where director Ron Howard paints the picture of an alien world where “you never get sick, never grow old, and never die.”
When the finish line becomes a real vision instead of a concept, you really don’t want to check out.
I am using my brushes with death that I have documented in past blogs. I throw out the first two instances, because the first I was only 4 and too young to have anything of substance filling my oversized kid-head.
The second was more exciting than scary, and the only thing it did was make me quit drinking Tanqueray and tonics…..for a month and two days.
So, let’s look at life as we each have lived it.
Talk about scaring the shit out of you.
Then, if you haven’t changed by now, the world catches up.
This is the part where the funny guy isn’t smiling.
My recent bout with death was really scary because I was fully aware and truly believed I was checking out of this world. I was fighting (and losing) the battle and I could not draw a breath in nor could I exhale with any force of air. The very worst part was that I couldn’t get out any audible words and Karen was driving me to the emergency
No, I’m not speaking of those of you who were smart enough to have the common sense to have an end date to your wild and crazy youthful pursuits.
I am talking about those of us who are still being asked (by who else, the Domestic Despot herself?) to grow up.
Deal with it.
Whatever it is that rocks you to the core, I mean that person, place, or thing, that gives you a tingle in a place you cannot describe on your body.
That’s what I’m talkin’ about.
If you don’t have it, get it back.
Everyone needs it.