My natural laziness inclines me toward less and less accomplished by the end of the day, so I'm thinking if I share my intentions for this blog I may be motivated to do what I say I am going to do.
I have always wanted to be an essayist, jotting down profound thoughts and thereby passing on my wisdom and life's learning. (Actually, I think preaching sermons would appeal to me too. ) I think I've found the vehicle for getting this rolling...an ethical will. This is a document that shares and passes on what you think you've learned in life; like answering the question " tell me what you know for sure".
Now I know some of you are going to be thinking I'm obviously obsessed with death. I always have been but just don't talk about it. I doubt there's been a day in my life that I haven't been aware of my own death. Not that I think of it in fear. It's just there as an awareness that time is finite for me. Which is why I get angry with myself when I feel I am wasting time.
So, if you don't see my ethical will start to take shape here soon, nag me please.
Sidenote: my all comsuming project of the moment has been the crocheting of a crib blanket for my new great niece due to make her appearance May 20. A reminder of the great cycle of life...and I get slower as I get older so I am going to have to start these things much earlier than I use to.
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
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3 comments:
Well, I certainly look forward to reading what you have to add here and know that I check it regularly. But as a highly-decorated laziness cultivator, let me assure of this 1) you are far from being lazy [I know] and 2) there's much to be said for languishing in the moment. Maybe Yossarian [was it?] in Catch-22 had it right when he devoted himself to cultivating boredom==if only for the reason of extending one's experience of time.
I've no advice on wasting time unless you want some hints on how to do it. On the diet - try dark chocolate - it's much more satisfying so you eat less.
I thought I was odd for thinking about death so often.. I'm 33 (just) and I have already bequeathed everything I have to bequeath in writing as well as started a list of all the things I want to do/see before I die. It's a long list. I know what kind of flowers I'd like at my funeral and what kind of music I want played. Is that being obsessed with death or just being a control freak?
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