Today I have nothing but gratitude for every moment of my meaningless little life. Of course I lament some things that I have done, and even more, I lament things that I haven't done and never will. But my resolve is not to dwell on, or complain of such things, but to live every remaining day in pursuit of joy - as I have lived most of my days.
I think a lot of people feel disappointment in not being able to have a bigger impact on the world, whereas I am perfectly comfortable making no contribution whatsoever. Though nothing about my life could be considered trite, it certainly has been meaningless. But personally, I think the whole life purpose and importance placed on "meaning" to one's life is a crock of shit. The only standard worthy of using to judge someone's life is how much joy they have known. Additional cuddos if that joy is and has been shared. Pain brings perspective to your life. Without pain, joy would not be celebrated.
So a pittance of words and a handful of people who will remember me is all that I have to show for my life so far.
But oh, the things I have seen!
The divine decadence that
has brought me so much
joy over the years
has no earnest
measure.
It might be fair to say that I have laughed more in my 50 odd years than most folks manage in twice that time. So today I consider myself among the most fortunate on earth. I celebrate my life completely and without sorrow.
Tomorrow I will again.
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