Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Waste of time?

Most likely, but if I am enjoying myself that should justify any loss of time. The time I spend suffering, you know? that productive shit, that means nothing, earns me nothing, except for some fleeting material thing, that is the time that is being wasted. I mean honestly when I look back from my death bed or the edge of a cliff or from a plane plunging into a thick overgrown forest I will not be looking back on the days I spent washing dishes, kissing ass in a conference, or barely conscious in a class that gave me no mental simulation. No, if I am anything like what I want to be I will be reminiscing about the mountains Ive climbed, the interesting people I have conversed with, and the ridiculous things that I have done. I know and understand that the moments I may hate now, may someday be fond memories and I can see which moments have the potential to be such and which simply do not. I understand the shit I do that I do not like builds character. I understand the need for suffering and the value it has. However, the suffering I will value is the suffering that involves things I like. I mean getting lost for a few days on a hiking trip with minimal food would suck immensely, but it would be the most amazing experience to look back on, to grow from. The time I am wasting is wasted only if I do not enjoy it or learn from it at all, the irony is this is the time generally spent the "wisest." While the the time I spend, "wasting," is the time I get the most mental, spiritual, and emotional growth from. Somewhere society's priorities are a little off.

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