The Final Curtain


Endure and thrive

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If you don’t know why you’re still alive, maybe there’s been a mistake. Maybe you’re not supposed to be here any longer. You’ve overstayed your welcome. You’ve passed your shelf life but nobody told you, and that’s why nothing much seems to be coming your way any more.

What to do? How can you determine for certain if this is the case?

Try stepping outside your comfort zone and see what happens. Magnanimously and gracefully bow, thanking the audience for its attention, then slip behind the curtain and into the wings. If there is no thunderous demand for an encore, then you were right, they’ve seen enough. Cultivate your newfound retirement. Resist all obligations and demands on your time. You have no more time, at least none that’s assured.

This is indeed the last act, the final curtain.

Leave them wanting more.

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Could Be Worse


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How lucky can one man get? I ask myself this occasionally, when I’m not actively focused on what I lack. How much time do I have left? There’s no way to know that, so I might as well act as if time were running out and I’d better hurry.

These are the ways I drive myself crazy. These questions and compulsions come from inside me, not from outside. The world isn’t insane, I am.

If you hang around people who seem content, either they really are or they’re hiding their inner turmoil. Maybe serial killers seem to have the Buddha nature. At least we’re sure they have the ability to create a plan of action and follow-through. Those are qualities I sorely lack.

And then there is the issue of codependency. I’m always worried what other people think of me, how they feel at this moment, and those worries preclude any chance I could champion my own interests. Again, serial killers suffer from none of that. They don’t care what their victims think or feel.

But I am lucky not to have been born a serial killer, nor to have become one along the bumpy road of life. Yes, things could be worse, much worse. For this I am grateful.