We are all on this journey together, the journey we refer to as life. Not something I thought a whole lot about when I was younger. You know, you thought about going to school and who liked you and who didn’t and who you might ask to prom. At that point, important life events.
You then move on to college, trying to figure out what you want to do for the next 50 years, even though you have no freaking clue what you are going to like to do and what you won’t. Hell, I am going to be 48 years old and still am not really sure what I would REALLY like to do in life.
Well, as you get older, you find a job and a spouse, etc. and settle into your life. A life that you hope will be nice and comfortable and hopefully fun as well. Sometimes along the way, the fun runs out. Jobs, stress, day-to-day pressure can all play a part in sucking the joy out of life. How do you get that joy back? Good question.
Expect too much out of life?
I have told my wife many times that I think I expect too much out of life. I thought at this point in life I would be further along, doing something I loved, not a job I hate. Making a difference in the world or at the very least in the lives of others or even animals, not pushing papers around a cubicle, getting more and more crap piled on your desk.
Corporate America seems to be good at taking and taking and not showing much in the form of appreciation. Seems like more and more managers are hired and less and less workers in the trenches. Burn out seems inevitable, but it doesn’t seem to matter.
Sometimes you get in a rut. Job, stress, and in my case, weight issues … from job and stress. A big vicious circle. I find myself going to work, coming home tired, watching TV, and then going to bed. The alarm goes off and the hamster wheel spins up again. Day after day. Year after year. I want OFF!
I want to make a difference. I want to leave some type of mark. Worst thing would be to get old and pass away and no one cared or even knew you were here. Soon to be 48, my mind often turns to the older years to come. I have one grandparent left, who is 94 and in an assisted-living home. From what I have seen with her, I am not sure I would even want to make it to 94 years of age. Very scary to look that far down the road.
Turning into our parents
As I have gotten older, I have found myself watching shows that I used to give MY parents a hard time about watching … 60 Minutes and CBS Sunday Morning. This past Sunday, I saw a piece on CBS Sunday Morning about Carl Reiner. Near the end of the piece, Carl talked about his wife, Estelle’s last hours. She was supposedly quite a singer. Carl asked the hospice nurse to play one of the albums Estelle had made, so she could hear her own beautiful voice as the last sounds on this earth.
That got me to thinking … what would I want to hear as my last sounds on earth. The sounds of loved ones saying they loved me? Wind rustling through the leaves? Waves of the ocean? Some Van Halen or AC/DC?
What would you like to hear?