On my wall is a small quotation:
“Medicine is my lawful wife and literature my mistress; when I get tired of one, I spend the night with the other.” – Anton Chekhov
That’s her fault. On the fridge:
“Be good and you will be lonesome. ~Mark Twain”
Heck, she even mentioned one of my other little inspirational bits when she wrote the introduction for my collection of short stories.
So, the mug:
And that’s where my existential stuff kicked in.
Because you won’t fail. Or you will fail. But really, it doesn’t matter. Not in the larger scale of things. All you have are your experiences. Right now.
And once you realize that, then you’re free to truly embrace your dreams and your full potential.
You have a limited number of breaths or keystrokes left.
As I write this, I’m drinking from a mug my amour gave me, making stories become reality while listening to the thunder roll overhead.
How about you?1
“In the end, perhaps we should simply imagine joke; a long joke that’s being continually retold in an accent too thick and too strange to ever be completely understood. Life is that joke, my friends. The soul is the punch line.”
― Tom Robbins, Villa Incognito
1 Why yes, I am not all the way there.