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What Comes Next?
What is next?
This thought came to mind this morning as I was having an out-of-body experience at work. I have that sometimes: I’m thinking about something to the point that I suddenly realize I’ve been automatically doing my job without actually thinking about doing my job.
I try not to do this when I drive.
The thinking this morning that led to leaving the present was this: What is left? What do I have to look forward to between now and my death?
I don’t have anything on my schedule.
I’ve done anything that I have a reasonable shot at doing. From here on, it’s gravy.
You would think there would be a way to donate my remaining years to someone with a lot of stuff left to accomplish, some fellow who is dying and doesn’t want to because he never saw Paris Hilton.
I know, I know. I’m talking a brave game, but when the Grim Reaper comes, I’ll be scared shitless of death just like everybody else. I know that. I’m not suggesting I want to die.
I’m just suggesting that there ought to be something important for me to do, even if I don’t know what it is.
And I wonder if everyone has similar thoughts, wondering if there might something super-important hovering out there, waiting for us to find it and do it.
And we aren’t even smart enough to look for it.
This thought came to mind this morning as I was having an out-of-body experience at work. I have that sometimes: I’m thinking about something to the point that I suddenly realize I’ve been automatically doing my job without actually thinking about doing my job.
I try not to do this when I drive.
The thinking this morning that led to leaving the present was this: What is left? What do I have to look forward to between now and my death?
I don’t have anything on my schedule.
I’ve done anything that I have a reasonable shot at doing. From here on, it’s gravy.
You would think there would be a way to donate my remaining years to someone with a lot of stuff left to accomplish, some fellow who is dying and doesn’t want to because he never saw Paris Hilton.
I know, I know. I’m talking a brave game, but when the Grim Reaper comes, I’ll be scared shitless of death just like everybody else. I know that. I’m not suggesting I want to die.
I’m just suggesting that there ought to be something important for me to do, even if I don’t know what it is.
And I wonder if everyone has similar thoughts, wondering if there might something super-important hovering out there, waiting for us to find it and do it.
And we aren’t even smart enough to look for it.
Published on July 30, 2012 12:03
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meaning-of-life, philosophical, purpose
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My characters demand to make their own decisions and often the outcomes are wildly different from wha I began to write because it seemed to be a realm in which one could exercise omnipotence. It's not.
My characters demand to make their own decisions and often the outcomes are wildly different from what I anticipated or desired.
...more
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