It’s My Birthday
Every year on my birthday, I like to roll out a couple quotes about living life while you are using it up. They apply whether you are turning seven, seventeen, or seventy. I remind myself of these truths often. Enjoy.
First comes something insightful from writer Anne Lamott:
“Oh my God, what if you wake up some day, and you’re 65 or 75, and you never got your memoir or novel written, or you didn’t go swimming in warm pools or oceans all those years because your thighs were jiggly and you had a nice big comfortable tummy, or you were so strung out on perfectionism and people-pleasing that you forgot to have a big juicy creative life, of imagination and radical silliness and staring off into space like when you were a kid? It’s going to break your heart. Don’t let this happen to you.”
Another, more sobering, from thinker Ray Kurzweil:
The things we can do with life – have relationships, be creative, create knowledge – are what give life meaning. We don’t need death to give time a purpose. We rationalize this great tragedy and convince ourselves that death is a blessing, but it’s a tragedy. It’s a profound loss of knowledge and skill and humanity and relationships. It’s a loss of the things that give life significance.