I’ve just been thinking about life a bit.
I do it from time to time. I suppose it’s something to do with being a writer. We need to find things to write about, and in order to do that, a little bit of thought is always required. I probably could try writing without thinking, but I wouldn’t guarantee that the stories would be much to read.
Anyway, so here I was thinking about life. Life can be fun. It can be the greatest thing ever. It can also be miserable and tough. For some people, it can be unbearable, something they just want to escape from.
How can I reconcile that? How can the same thing be so wonderful for some people and so horrendous for others? I don’t know. I’m not some kind of wise, all-knowing philosopher or guru. To be honest, I’m not sure that they know either. So, in the meantime, I need to figure out how I’m going to deal with it. I need to understand what I, a writer of light-hearted stories with a generally mediocre grasp of the big picture, can do about it.
And from my angle, there is only one thing I can do about it.
My solution is to acknowledge that life is ridiculous.
Ok, maybe not the most profound observation ever. Maybe not a great solution to the deep questions of life the universe and everything. Maybe not the greatest way to address issues such as man’s inhumanity to man and the meaning of global suffering. Unfortunately, I just can’t think of a better one.
There’s one very practical outcome of this philosophy. One that impacts on pretty much everything I do. I can’t just say that life is ridiculous. As someone who is alive, and who therefore comes under the general description of all things living, I also have to acknowledge that I myself am ridiculous.
Everything about me – all my wants and needs, the things that obsess me and the things that make me mad – it’s all ridiculous. Everything I do is ridiculous. Everything I say is ridiculous. All the stuff I write is most definitely ridiculous. I am, in every way, shape and form, utterly ridiculous.
Is that a problem? I don’t think so. Does that mean I should live my life and follow my dreams with any less vigour? Absolutely not. Does that mean I don’t take this whole life caper, and all the other people around me, seriously? Not on your life.
This is the only life we have. I want to live the best one that I can. And I also want to help other people get the most out of theirs.
But that doesn’t make it any less ridiculous.
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