Kid Rock’s American Bad Ass is blaring in my headphones as I sweat uncontrollably in the sauna after my morning cardio session. Yes, I’m a little ashamed to admit I’m listening to Kid Rock. But I’m white trash and it worked this morning.
I have a full day ahead of me. The choice is mine to either use it to its’ fullest, or let it pass me by. To quote Kid Rock “I’m gonna fuck some hoes after I rock this place;” metaphorically speaking of course. That’s how I want to spend my day. Being present and appreciating that every day I’m above ground is a gift.
It’s easy to take life for granted when we all wake up with our anxiety and our problems. They don’t disappear when we fall asleep. They are right there waiting for us in the morning.
If we don’t have anything to be anxious about, our minds are very creative and can easily whip something up for us to stress about. We aren’t like our ancestors who woke up with real problems, worrying about getting eaten by a lion or some shit. But we can certainly stress over driving to work in traffic or struggle over the existential question, “why am I here.” I seem to focus on the latter quite often, and not in a healthy, introspective way. Instead I put pressure on myself to do something great or my life is meaningless. That’s always a fun conversation in my head.
It’s all bullshit to some extent. Life is what you choose it to be. I’m jealous of others who don’t search for meaning and do whatever their primal instincts feel in that moment. It doesn’t seem like the the best long term solution, but it seems like a shitload of fun.
Life can have meaning to you or it can be a rat race devoid of any substance until you pass on and your matter floats back into the universe. I’m not certain one choice is better than the other. It’s simply perspective.