Thursday, September 11, 2014

This Post Was Inevitable

Recently this image came across my newsfeed on facebook. 
This was my response.

Short answer: I disagree. 

Christopher Gardner: Don't ever let somebody tell you... You can't do something. Not even me. All right?
Christopher: All right.
Christopher Gardner: You got a dream... You gotta protect it. People can't do somethin' themselves, they wanna tell you you can't do it. If you want somethin', go get it. Period.

I don't end up places. I go places. I wasn't meant to be. I will myself into being everyday, struggling through existential depression. The situations that I've been in have only emphasized one fact: that life does not give you permission to live. Life does not care whether you enjoy it, whether you hate it, whether you think that life is precious or easily thrown away. 
Life does not care if you live. Every good and grand meaning to life has to be scratched out of the bottom layer of dirt with a spoon, life is only ever well-lived if you eat the meat, fat, blood, brains, guts, suck the marrow out of the bones and then chew the bones until your teeth are gone and your gums are bleeding. 
That being said, life is definitely worth living. Life seeks to be lived. Sonder, eleutheromania, logomania, curiosity even, prove that life does not mean to drop you off in one spot at a perfect time and a perfect place with the perfect one and let you be. Perfection isn't possible. Perfection is not meant to be. Life isn't perfect, and never will be. 
Life changes you. Life evolves. Life finds a way. To insinuate that life is anything less than a constant battle uphill in the snow is almost insulting, and to suggest that life meant to give me all of the things that I earned on my own or with the aid of like-minded individuals is actually asking for a fight. This is my life. I own it. The fact that I give it freely to everyone around me is not a testament to any higher motive or power, divine spark, or fated occurrence. I choose every second of every day to continue my existence because I hold out hope that against all odds, I will be among those who take, steal, earn, replicate or learn how to produce immortality. A gift like life should not be given to those unwilling to work for it. A gift like immortality is not fated for those unworthy of it. Fate doesn't exist. I don't subscribe to the idea that "meant to be" applies to any part of speech we have, nouns in particular. 
Hopefully this ironic situation taught you something you had never dreamed you would learn. If it has not, get off facebook, go to wikipedia, khanacademy, lifehacker education, google scholar, and learn something that you want to know about life. 
I guarantee that knowledge will be more than you dreamed.

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