Do you know anyone who works 6 days a week, 12 hours a day? I do. She is my mother. Well, that’s what they call her by law. In reality she’s just the person who shot me out of her vagina and told me I should be thankful my life is better than those kids who live in orphanages or group homes.
Everyone has some kind of philosophy or belief to life. Many times it stems from your environment growing up. My mother’s was something along the lines of work, work, work and you will be okay. Most westerners would probably kill themselves at the thought of living such a life.
You can rationalize almost anything that works out on paper but your mind and body might object. Life is often confusing. We’re faced with dilemmas and always second guessing ourselves. There’s always advantages and disadvantages for every option and often it’s never that obvious what is the 100% correct decision.
For every wise quote from some smart guy there’s another wise quote contradicting it.
“Opportunity only knocks once” vs “Good things come to those who wait”
“No guts, no glory” vs “better safe than sorry”
So what or who do you believe? Pretty much no one, unless you know them, respect them and want to be like them. Who knows any of those people?
I’m trying to not look at the advantages and disadvantages so much when making decisions anymore. The disadvantages just scare the shit out of you sometimes that it leaves you paralyzed. I think I want to make decisions based more on the philosophies that I believe in.
I’ve come up with a couple recently.
1) If you make decisions knowing that the outcome will likely make you unhappy, you might as well kill yourself.
If you have a choice to choose a route in life that will mostly likely bring you unhappiness vs a choice that might not, I think the better choice is the latter even if it means you may end up miserable. If you try to be miserable from the beginning then you might as well kill yourself. If you end up in a miserable existence, that is okay but if you strive to be miserable when there are other options then you might as well kill yourself. The unhappy choice might be safer but what’s the point? You are doing no one any favours by striving after unhappiness.
2) When I have a hard time making a decision, I ask myself what most people would do and I won’t do the opposite but I just won’t do that.
Most people live the way they live because they get comfort from the acceptance factor. They won’t feel bad about failing as long as they can back it up with an accepted line of decisions. Failing in other methods is just regarded as ‘fucking up.’
I’m not saying to do something just because no one else would do it. If no one is drinking paint thinner for breakfast, I won’t do it either because it’s not a difficult decision.
These are just a couple thoughts I’ve been pondering. By the way, don’t kill yourself or drink paint thinner. I like to inspire but not like that.
Pretty much all the females in my family are depressed. They lived by a philosophy of, suffer now and it will all work out later. Later has arrived and the fruits of their labour are not so sweet. It’s not the same as, suffer for 4 years of university and it will all work out. It was, suffer for 30 years and it will all work out. Most of them have lost at least some of their marbles. My mom probably being one of the most normal. The others are heavily medicated or waiting for death. One could argue it’s a genetic thing but I’m convinced it was a life thing.
My grandma is probably the most mentally healthy. She’s the biggest bitch out of all of them but she’s the furthest from crazy. I think it’s because of her expectations, beliefs, the era that she spent most of her life in and the fact that she was the matriarch of the family. My grandpa was a total loser. The alpha males in my family were a deadbeat father I never met and a grandfather that didn’t work while raising 9 kids. All he did was smoke cigarettes and watch TV with his grandpa blanket.