A Life Less Lived

Why do we waste so much time pursuing what we don’t have? A bigger paycheck, job promotion, flashier car, ginormous UHD 3D 4K TV, and so on. We have become a gaggle of idiot savants; years spent in college, with umpteen degrees, and yet still infants in our own lives. The pursuit of happiness cannot be achieved like some beer commercials lead us to believe. We worship the television and its distorted perception of life and rely on it like some sort of retarded muse, providing us with inspiration and direction. Wondering why our lives are not filled with bikini-clad hotties and muscle-bound beefcake. Inflating our limp dicks with drugs, walking around with chemical hard-ons and nowhere to stick them. We quickly tire of our perceived mundane lives, dreaming of fiction and far-away places, unhappy in our solitude, despising the crowds. Angst has become our verb and worries of what might be our swan song. Gazing out at the oblivion, fearful of casting that first stone into the abyss, not wanting to hear the deafening silence defining its depths. Caffeine has replaced action, as we sleepwalk, wide-eyed into a life that has become less lived. Perception is our own reality and prison. We believe more in what we hear than what we do. Our eyes have been relegated to nothing more than oracles for verifying the deceit, yet we can’t look away, like some unwanted addiction. We often move through life silently, like sunlight’s infusion into a dense forest, sometimes illuminating, but touching nothing, our satisfaction comes from our anonymity.

Be fearful of the life less lived, it is an action that can easily become a habit. It is never too late to become what you might have been.