People
always talk about living life to the full, but a shocking amount of people
don’t. All I hear is what people want to do, but if you want to do something,
today is the day to start. Not when you’re older, or wiser. Want to do
something? Do it now.
I want to
write books, so I’m doing it now, I do it every day. I am living my dream right
now. People get so hung up on dreaming about doing something that they forget
to do it. They say that they’ll learn an instrument one day when they could be signing
up for lessons today. It always seems to take a near death experience to make
people start to actually do something with their lives.
Life may be
just a process, something to do between when you are born and when you die, but
living is a dedication to using that time in a way that matters. It doesn’t
have to matter to the rest of the world, but if you spend your life dreaming
about doing something, you never actually do it. What was the point of your
life then, if you spent it dreaming about living?
I’m not
saying that if you’re fourteen and you dream of having babies that you should
hook up with the nearest person of the opposite sex and get pregnant. I could
write 200 pages of gibberish, random typing on a keyboard, but what would that
mean? If I spent weeks, months, years carefully selecting the right words and
developing the characters, then the book would really mean something. It
wouldn’t just be a collection of letters on a page; it would be a story. If I
spent my life dreaming about writing books and being famous, but I never
actually touched my fingers to the keyboard, or put a pen to paper, then what
is my dream? Did I even dream it, really?
Being alive
is a state, but living is what makes it worthwhile for your cardiac muscle to
pump blood around your body, or for your brain to form thoughts Do something
with your life, live it, don’t just be a breeze; be a storm. Shake the
foundations, churn the water, because that’s what makes you more than just a
collection of muscles and tendons and bones; more than just a sack of flesh and
blood; living makes you someone, not something. If you never do anything, you
may as well be a wall.
Love and be
loved, live and love living, because when all is said and done, you are the
product of your actions, your thoughts and your feelings. You get to choose
what makes you who you are, and that’s something not everyone grasps. We are
what we chose to be, not what other think we should be, or who we think we
ought to be. I am a writer because I write; I am a reader because I read. If I
didn’t do those things, I couldn’t call myself a writer, or a reader.
We are not
made; we make ourselves. Who we can be, or could have been, is insignificant.
What we are, what we chose to be; that’s what matters. Living is a choice too.
We can meet life head on or drift passively through it and only we can decide
that. I believe in choosing your own fate, not surrendering to what you think
you should be.
Life might
give you the incentive to kill, but you are never a killer until you choose to
kill. Life can hit you, but you have the power to hit back, make yourself more
than just a product of this world. Never settle for something when you know
that you can do better, or want better. Others can put you down, but you have
to make the choice to get back up.
Living is
more than just getting up in the morning and doing what is expected of you in
life. Living is about expecting something of yourself and never settling for
anything but the best you can do. We can choose to let other dictate our
actions, but in that we sacrifice our freedom, our potential and everything
that really matters.
Today,
people obsess over doing what is expected of them, and never expecting anything
of themselves. Why bother getting good grades if you don’t want them? Why
surrender to what others want, when what should matter is what you want? Some
people want the best for you, others wish you ill, but take away the wants of
others and what you are left with; these are the things that you want for
yourself.
These are
the things that matter.
©EmmaTobin 2013
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