Good Ole fun

What happened to it? The good fun. The day’s where you just had a good time. Eat, sleep, do your thing and repeat. Before everything had so much meaning assigned to it.

Since most of it, the meaning assigned to things and actions, is man-made anyway, why fret over it? I mean I am convinced we age prematurely because of it. I’ve been approximately 80 years old since I was 15. Today it’s 10 years later and I’m still 80. Haven’t aged a day.

Wait, what?

My point is. Why can’t we (I) figure out a way to aspire for higher and relax even if my endeavours would fail. Why, oh why do I keep taking into account gazillion externalities when I assess everything? Yes, some may judge me for like five seconds before they continue being concerned about their own life, and yes I may suddenly consider myself a failure for failing once.

But come on. I know virtually everything about how to change my own mindset as well as the mindset of others, should I only get the opportunity to meet them. I could pick myself up and begin from scratch. Which, ehrm, I’ve done like 3,4…6 times!

So why do I care?

I blame media and society. Haha, good one. Just kidding. I just find that I have a lack of mentally strong people surrounding me who’m I can model or draw support from. By now I’m old enough to cut my own path through the jungle, but it’s still always nice to have someone to look to for inspiration. After all, no one knows it all.

After a few years on the path to excellence (meaning what I’ve been taught is excellence) and a few extra years on self improvement (unlearning most of what I was taught), I’m now on the path to enjoying my life.

Having some good ole fun, just for the sake of having fun. Dancing because it’s fun, not to hit on girls. Working because I find it fun and important, not because it’s a good move. Living in an area I appreciate – not necessarily one that’s considered fancy or tactical.

Screw it, I’m heading out!