#timeistheenemy

The dreaded Monday, the mundane, the mollusk of days, the melancholy, if you will. Forgive me for being drab, but if you truly relish Mondays, then all the power to you. You have found purpose in life, most likely, and left of us drowning in the office purgatory - workgatory, if you will.

timeistheenemy:

There’s definitely a series of questions that most people have asked at some points in their lives: “Do I matter?” “Who am I?” “What purpose do I have in life?” “What significance does my work have?” “Am I dancer?”

Regardless, I want to remind you, it’s always some solace that if you’re asking those questions, you probably aren’t asking: “Am I faster than that chicken?” “Can I eat this mushroom and not die?” “Donde esta la biblioteca, Paco?”

So we’re not dead, we’re living to live. The luckier of us have a roof over our heads, food in the fridge, and no real pressing need to do much else rather than work, have fun, die. Tend to family, make family, make friends, tend to friends, die alone. Depressing as that may be, I say we’ve forgotten that there is an opportunity in front of us.

So what, we all die. We all live, and frankly, we don’t know much else. I for one am curious, when my time comes. It’ll be a moment of reckoning to see what happens afterwards. After all, the consciousness is a flexing of the muscle we call our brain. Choosing how we decide to exercise it is the joy and and privilege our society has granted us.

Live for work, live for fun, live for art, live for family, live for music, live for friends, live for yourself - all of these things only have significance because, well, someday we just won’t be alive.

And fuck carpe diem - every day is a ‘gift’ yeah whatever, but Monday’s suck. No shame in putting your head down and enjoying the cousin of death every once in awhile. Feel good, over and out.