I don’t do sports, I don’t go shopping, I don’t have dreams and aspirations, I don’t eat out, I don’t worry about my weight, about my health, about my neighbors.
I cook every meal from scratch, . I go to bed at the same time, and get up at the same time.
I read a book 3-4 times before I am done with it.
And, or course, I work about 12 hours a day, 7 days a week.
Boring, right? Nothing interesting is happening.
On the other hand, you have a life of a roller coaster. Either inside, or inside and outside… roller coaster is a roller coaster.
I used to live that kind of life, in fact for the first 56 years I lived and complained about my roller coaster life, that I would not have traded for the life I have now.
I could not imagine being with myself 24/7… My consciousness is not asleep even when the body is. It is awake, watching, observing.
One of the two people I talk to on the phone just called me.
He spoke excitedly about his son who is in and out of the hospital, well when in, not well when out… schizophrenic.
He is a photographer, camera salesman.
We talk because he needs my help with his site.
I told him not to call if he wants to talk about his son. He insisted that he is doing the work, photography, etc. But I know better.
I told him he needs to choose what will be written on his tombstone:
1. he went from extreme to extreme all his life. (What I didn’t say is a life he could not call his own… a life that was run by his addictions, by his children, his wife, his job, money, parties… but not him.)
2. he was an accomplished photographer, in spite of all the odds.
He was silent for a minute and he asked: what will be on your tombstone?
I thought briefly, and said: “She reached the highest level available for a human”
Not very poetic, I admit. But as a placeholder it’s OK.
What will be your epitaph? 1
How much of your life is YOUR life?