Life Prepares You For Death

Born.
Get a pet.
Play with pet.
Pet dies.
Gain perspective on death.
Go to college.
Find true love.
Feel content.
Fall out of love.
Feel empty.
Gain perspective on death.
Find true love again.
Get married.
Have kids.
Buy a pet for kids to teach perspective on death.
Grandmother is ill.
Grandmother passes away.
Gain perspective on death.
Get grandchildren.
Grandfather is ill.
Grandfather passes away.
Gain perspective on death.
Mother is ill.
Mother passes away.
Grasp death.
Father is ill.
Father passes away.
Next in line.
Love is sick.
Love passes away.
First in line.
Fall sick.
Gain perspective on life.
Prepared for death.
Die.

Fun v Funny

We know when activity is fun and when a situation is funny. Now what happens when we try to categorize people based on if they are fun or funny? Wellllllll LETS SEE

Fun:
- Down to hang out and do anything
- Enjoys the moment
- Enjoys the situation no matter how shitty
- Thinks of how to make the situation funner(real word)
- Thinks of new fun things to do, doesn't like routine
- Slightly sheytoon (this is devilish in Farsi, but the Farsi word really captures the meaning)

Funny:
Being funny is a lot harder to categorize. You should know if someone is funny or not. In my mind, the more complex the joke and thought structure, the funnier that person is. The most important part is that just because people laugh at you, it doesn't mean that you are actually funny... you have to make people laugh and not at your own expense.

Combinations:
This is pretty simple but what happens when you have a combination of the two categories? Who in your life is fun but not funny? Who is neither? Think about it... EVERYONE CAN BE CATEGORIZED.

If you are neither, then I am sorry for you. Naturally people will take on one role to be able to survive our social structure and be accepted. Those who overcome the barriers of just being one will rise and be fun and funny. Sometimes though, a funny person may choose to not be fun. It all depends on each pereson's comfort level.

Now what to do with your friends once you have categorized them? Well if we adapt the famous BCG matrix to this argument the answer is simple

Kill the not fun+not funny friends. Simple as that.

Blinding Light

A small tear in the top of the tent, giving enough space for a ray of light to brighten up his eyes. Each day, the Thoughtful Clown plays over the memories of the past. Cheerful plays that bring a smile to his face. In an empty,dark and lonely tent the only thing that brings him a moment of sanity is the ray of light that warms his soul. Years go by, isolated. Without outside disturbance. The Thoughtful Clown perfecting his unbalanced art. Slowly creeping into insanity. Years go by, isolated. Without outside disturbance, content. Then one day, waiting for the ray of light to creep into his tent of insanity, the light doesn't arrive. Confused. The Thoughtful Clown, creeps out of his tent. To his shock, there is no light outside of his tent. The Thoughtful Clown lays outside of his tent waiting for light. Time passes. Starts to search for an answer in the dark. Time passes. Slowly creeping into lunacy. Time passes. He wallows to a standing position. Cleans his makeup. Takes off his costume. Heads East* taking only his burden in search of light.

*In reality its North, but East makes more sense.

Eve of my 25th birthday

Twenty five. Such a mathematically trivial number. There is no beauty in the number twenty five. Just another number like eighteen or thirty four, but some how it represents so much when its tagged along with someones ages. There is nothing special that happens when you turn twenty five. You don't get your first car, you don't get to "break" any more rules. You don't even get a birthday cake anymore. But somehow the twenty fifth birthday holds a lot of weight. I dare say, it might be the prelude to adulthood. For the first time, the pessimistic aura that is associated with growing older is materialized. Having lived through a quarter of your life*. As if death is quickly creeping up. I've always thought this was the secret to growing up, and the death of your youth. The simple realization that there is a promise of death waiting for all of us.

This realization means the world to the enlightened. No longer do we have the luxury of waiting. We can't sample every experience and then if we still haven't found the right flavor, we can still keep seeking. Life becomes less about waiting and more about action. Less about hoping for something and more about pursuit.

A quarter of your life has been lived. Such a simple but powerful statement. I won't sit here and say that I have fully understood this. I hope I will soon. I still won't talk to a girl because of my insecurities. I won't fight for something that I desire to have. I won't utilize my time, to get what I want... or better yet, simply make up my mind about what I want.

Now what does this all mean? How will I live my life? I hope I become more judicious and selfish with my time. I care less about what could happen and rejection. I hope I appreciate my friends and family more. I suck the life out of every second. I don't do something that I don't have a passion for. That when I look back after having lived "half" of my life, I know that I shouldn't be afraid of the future because I have a past that I have been proud of to call wholly mine and a bright future that will do myself justice. I will ward off the pessimism that comes with another notch being added to your body and see the glass as half empty but rather waiting to be filled.

*its quarter of a century and not life, but damn it, I will live to 100

Life in excess

I arrive at my hotel. Greeted with smiles. Check in. 26th floor. Take the elevator. Arrive at my room. I am greeted with a sign that reads "Executive Suite". 

What I am greeted by is the largest hotel room I have ever had the pleasure of opening the door to. A standard bed room. Two queen beds. Large screen TV. But what shocked me was the living room. Nothing amazes me anymore. I think I have done it all. Everything, every location, every person, every pretty face, and every conversation, I feel like I have felt it before and have felt it better than I could ever in the future. But when I saw the living room I was amazed. It was nothing special. A large L shaped couch. A large flat screen TV. A table on the other side. None of which I used or hardly touched during my stay. But still I was amazed. At this moment I realized this was the life I had dreamed of. Not the good life, not the privileged life, but life in excess.

The rest of my stay included have my own office on the 34th floor. Equipped with a C shaped desk, two leather chairs. two walled view, and a small desk with three chairs around it, in case I were to call a meeting. None of which i deserved or let alone needed. It was nice to have it all even if it wasn't meant to be. Going to a restaurant where our dinner cost 70 per head (seventy dollar dinners don't seem a big deal anymore) and of course, having cigars at a cigar bar. All in excess to what I need. 

As I walked back towards my elevator, I see my other companions in the life of excess. I see their glowing smiles. Their carefree attitude about the future and more importantly for me, the carefree atitude towards the present. Blissfully enjoying their life of excess. I remember a time where I didn't know of such a life. There were more nos than yeses. Not in this dream. Everything was a yes. Everything was free.

As I've learned all dreams are temporal. Relish in your temporal dream. Ride the happiness. Live life in excess and forget about the present.

TSP... SEE OTHERS KNOW ABOUT IT

The Circus Manager.

The circus tent raises. The town is filled with curiosity. Wondering what will be inside the tent. What marvels will come. The manager of the circus boasts to the people of the wonders that awaits. Crowds line up for miles and miles. The manager puts on his mask and invites the audience inside his crazy show filled with  wonders of Europe, people from all around the world, music to sooth the ears, shows of fear, sadness, love, and longing. The circus show ends. The crowd leaves. All that is left is the manager and his empty tent, left with only the memories of the show. The manager takes off his mask. Walks alone into his tent. Finally being able to be himself, starts to search for answers in his empty tent. No eyes. No worry. Just his thoughts and longing memory of a cheerful day.