At least 3 times a week (and sometimes as much as 3 times a day, but never really 5 times a day, though who’s recording it aside from the NSA but I don’t even know how to get in touch with them to ascertain this piece of info), I breathe the famous “life is short.” Often accompanied by a sigh of a hundred years of hardship, I utter with solemnity “life is short.” To be sure it is heard (because a falling tree in a forest is you know…), I turn to the person closest to me and I express the brevity that is life, “life is short, Sam, life is too short.”
Now that I have the time to ponder this much-frequented phrase, I’m beginning to question its validity. Is life indeed too short or has it become one of those things people say out of habit, like “I love you” or “These pretzels are making me thirsty.” What if life is too long? The average life expectancy of an American, in 2011, was 78.64 years (source). (That’s 1.36 years less than what I had expected but those pretzels will do that to you.)
There are people who dream relentlessly, but for one reason or another, never get to implementation. To them, life is too short. If I had more time. If for A, I would have done B. If only.
There are people who, for one reason or another, live the life they are told. They don’t question, they don’t fantasize. They are practical and realistic. Life is a routine; they live life as if rehearsing for some play at life’s end. To them, life is too long.
[image from IMGUR)