Today is the first day of the rest of my life.
But so was yesterday – and the day before that.
Why hasn’t it occurred to me before?
One day it’s going to be the last day of my life.
Before that happens I really ought to decide
where I’m supposed to be going.
I must articulate my goals carefully
because it affects how I go about achieving them.
But I wonder if they aren’t a trifle revealing.
Discover the reason for my coming on earth
• if there is no reason, invent one
• achieve it
• if it’s too late now, leave it for a future life.
Write a book
• to make me famous
• to make me worthy of being famous
• to stop me being completely ignored.
Write the sort of book
• a lot of people will buy – or read – or simply hear about
• to benefit the (few) people who read it
• to momentarily divert whoever happens to pick it up.
Write an autobiography
• to justify me to myself
• to justify me to the world at large
• to justify me to the people whose opinions I respect
• to spite everyone who’s crossed me.
Diet and exercise to make myself healthy enough
• to live as long as I can
• to live well until I die
• to achieve my lifetime’s ambitions
• to carry on enjoying myself.
Make pots of money
• to spend on having a good time
• to give to my favourite charities
• to have something to leave to my heirs
• to build something everyone will respect me for
• to give the finger to those who spurn me.
Study to understand the true nature of things
• a shade better than I do
• enough to talk about it with some conviction
• enough to know where dark matter fits in
• admit I’ve no idea of the true nature of things and never will.
Save the planet
• for the benefit of all mankind
• for the benefit of me and mine
• for long enough to see me out before things get too bad.
Find a young man to receive the wisdom of my years
• for the young man’s benefit
• for everyone’s benefit, via the said young man
• so all my hard-won experience won’t just vanish
• consider (objectively) a young woman
• admit I’ve nothing a young person would benefit from knowing.
Love that, Ian. Very thoughtful, somewhat enigmatic. Questions we can’t answer. Maybe our only way is to care about ourselves and others for the good of all. Who knows what the future holds?