And that's when you die

Dear Blog Diary,

We’re so concerned with life and yet not at all.

We worry, stress, and consume our minds with the quality of life and yet somehow seem to lose ourselves. We become complacent with what we become. As long as the boxes get checked and the societal standards are kept, we keep trucking along. Misplaced definitions of the word quality. This is not even to mention keeping one’s sanity, integrity, and most importantly one’s inner peace if they ever had it in the first place.

My issue comes from the person we leave behind, and I specifically mean our former selves. What’s your thing? What did you leave behind that at one point made up a huge portion of your identity?

The “stop doing” doesn’t necessarily concern me. Life changes, responsibilities exponentially develop, and somewhere along the line the “life” priorities take over and all of a sudden you haven’t played futbol/swam/biked in hopefully just months. What does concern me is the “stop creating” part of the puzzle.

Most of us haven’t created something since art class senior year, or that art elective from college. That’s an issue. Curiosity is the life force of children because they are experiencing everything for the first time. Creativity is how they respond to that curiosity.

Life begins. We experience. We respond. Once that response has become dull, life is basically over. It’s just a matter of when you no longer have a pulse, but at that point I’m pretty sure the pulse is more important than what you’re doing with it.

It’s my mission in this life to make sure that I die when my pulse stops, not before, and preferably long after.

Good luck,

Eric