Living > Existing…
A little over 2 years ago my mother died. On her death bed I asked her if she had any regrets in life, or if there was anything she would have changed. Her response was “I would have had more fun.” We both sat there quietly afterwards. I thought “She doesn’t have to tell me twice.” She probably thought “Oh no why did I tell him that?” Once she passed away I was the person who had write the obituary and speak at her funeral. I tried a few times to write her obituary and I was stumped every time I tried to write something. I sat there and said to myself “This lady did way too much for me to mention everything, but she didn’t have enough fun.” What my mother didn’t realize is that she gave me inspiration and motivation that evening, and her death gave me courage.
I was 30 years old and I needed to change a lot of things in my life so that when my time came I would have accomplished everything I set out to do. 6 months after her death I took my first flight, 4 months after that I took my second flight, 2 months after that I took my 3rd flight. I decided at some point that I was either going to exist or I was going to live. I had existed so far and the results weren’t bad, but I wanted to do more. I wanted to see more. I wanted to be more. I wanted to live more. For 30 years I dreaded flying, I resisted it every chance I got. I was scared so I remained on the ground in a safe place. Yet in a 6 month period I had taken 3 flights. I saw lakes in Minnesota, I saw snow capped mountains in Utah, I saw deserts in Nevada, I saw baby Barracuda’s in the Caribbean Sea while kayaking in The Bahamas. I made the decision to live my life, and not merely exist.
No one is interested in existing. Everyone is interested in living. Don’t believe me post a picture on Facebook or Instagram of you watching TV on a Friday night, then post a picture of you climbing a mountain in South America on a Friday night. Which one do you think is going to get more attention? That being said here’s what I want any and everyone who reads this to do. Think of something you want to do, and somewhere you want to go. Next, I want you to write them down. Finally, I want you to do them. No more, no less. If they can’t be done today, pick a date to do them. You exist on a daily basis, but how often do you live? If you can’t answer this question. Look at what you wrote down and say to yourself “I am choosing this date to live!” I sure hope you pick a date that is going to approach soon. I also hope that whatever you do and wherever you go you pack some Stout Apparel. Have fun, and look good doing it.
So one day I’m going to die. Someone close to me is going to have to speak at my funeral. I want that person to stand up and say “Geoffrey lived a hell of a life! Everything he wanted to do he did. Every place he wanted to visit he did. I mean this guy took advantage of life and lived it to the fullest. If he said it, he did it.” And as I’m smiling down upon everyone I will be nodding my head and saying “I had a lot of fun down there!” and my mother will be looking at me and saying “What Did You Do After I Left?” To which I will reply “I had enough fun for the both of us.”
By the way don’t get it twisted I am still absolutely petrified to fly. Shout Out to modern medicine for giving me “assistance” for my flights.
You Can Exist Or You Can Live…
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