I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one but just in case I am bear with me. Have you ever watched, heard, smelled, tasted, or touched something that sent your brain into a tizzy of thoughts and emotions. Whether they be about the future, the past, the present, some weird alter-verse, who knows, but you think about whatever it is so much that it eats at you. Not necessarily in a bad way, not even in a really good way but in a way that propels you forward a bit, or maybe offers some new perspective? A way that has caused some, what must be certainly a predetermined number of, synapses to fire just often or long enough to make those thoughts hold some weight or gravity.
I witnessed something like that today, a tv show. As silly and asinine and arbitrary a thing as a compilation of lights, sounds, and acting struck the match that lit the blaze of thoughts in my head. It was a rather somber episode centered around 'Last Words' and how much they can mean to the people around you once you're gone. Now I'm not trying to be a pessimist or a cynic, in fact quite the opposite. I think it's interesting how every moment in our lives is like a test that we only get to take once. Albeit, a weird, crazy and in some instances I think wrongly graded it's still a test. Something so concrete that, at least in our day and age, once we've done something there's nothing we can do to take it back, there's no mulligans for 5$ on this course. So it's interesting to think about 'Last Words' to me when really every word we say is something concrete. Sure you can delete a text. Hell I can delete this blog, burn a book, destroy my kindle. You can destroy all those things but I'll still remember the feelings attached to those words. The goofy overbearing love text I sent that made me blush. This blog that is releasing all of these thoughts in my heads and stirring up new ones in your own. The story the ink in the book beautifully constructed and brought to life, as well as the pixels that did the same in the kindle.
I guess where I've let my thoughts take me to as I've written this impromptu blog is here. Every story ends the same, "The End." So it's not those last two words, not even some well-written quip or even soliloquy. It's all the words and actions and plot that led up to that last moment in the story, all that backlog that made those last words hold such a heavy weight to them. So just like I hope that my ramblings have brought some meaning to this next sentence. It's not the end of the book or the last line of a movie that makes it memorable, it's the weight those words carry from the story that led up to it.
So I guess what it comes down to is, make your life a tale worth telling. That way when it comes time for your last words, they can be anything and still be some kick-ass last words.
I witnessed something like that today, a tv show. As silly and asinine and arbitrary a thing as a compilation of lights, sounds, and acting struck the match that lit the blaze of thoughts in my head. It was a rather somber episode centered around 'Last Words' and how much they can mean to the people around you once you're gone. Now I'm not trying to be a pessimist or a cynic, in fact quite the opposite. I think it's interesting how every moment in our lives is like a test that we only get to take once. Albeit, a weird, crazy and in some instances I think wrongly graded it's still a test. Something so concrete that, at least in our day and age, once we've done something there's nothing we can do to take it back, there's no mulligans for 5$ on this course. So it's interesting to think about 'Last Words' to me when really every word we say is something concrete. Sure you can delete a text. Hell I can delete this blog, burn a book, destroy my kindle. You can destroy all those things but I'll still remember the feelings attached to those words. The goofy overbearing love text I sent that made me blush. This blog that is releasing all of these thoughts in my heads and stirring up new ones in your own. The story the ink in the book beautifully constructed and brought to life, as well as the pixels that did the same in the kindle.
I guess where I've let my thoughts take me to as I've written this impromptu blog is here. Every story ends the same, "The End." So it's not those last two words, not even some well-written quip or even soliloquy. It's all the words and actions and plot that led up to that last moment in the story, all that backlog that made those last words hold such a heavy weight to them. So just like I hope that my ramblings have brought some meaning to this next sentence. It's not the end of the book or the last line of a movie that makes it memorable, it's the weight those words carry from the story that led up to it.
So I guess what it comes down to is, make your life a tale worth telling. That way when it comes time for your last words, they can be anything and still be some kick-ass last words.
mayhem03:
Loved the post