I'm surrounded by people getting OLDER.
So are YOU!
One of my favorite songs (I have hundreds of them, but still I don't think it diminishes the point) is Older by They Might Be Giants
I went through a lot of the videos to find this one and I think this one was definitely my favorite: I love it when people get creative with their favorite forms of media.
Anywhat!
I like the song a lot. It seems at first that they are making fun of our mortality as living beings, but I think it can most definitely be taken to a deeper level than that. It's not human mortality they are making fun of, it's the way we treat it so dire. Like our mortality is something to fear.
Uh NO!
Mortality is something to embrace!
If you embrace your mortality you can embrace the very action of getting older and with THAT you can better understand not only your life as a whole but the goings on around you. We are all here for a while, some shorter than others and that is a shame it truly is a sobbing shame... For the people we leave behind. But if we understand our mortality and treat it with the respect of an old friend, we have LIVED every single day to its fullest! Or we have at least tried and implemented what it means to live life to its fullest.
I hear an awful lot of people saying things like "LIVE" or "Stop and smell the roses!" or "ENJOY LIFE!", and I see some of them really understanding that and what all that entails. All too often, though, I see people who say things like that but who walk around complaining about everything, constantly sucking the life out of everything. Not that I don't complain, I just mean that there are people who seem to get caught in the idea of complaining and let it run them down the big black hole that is death. Life is rough. It's always going to be rough. There will always be things to dwell on.
NOT
DWELLING
IS
HOW
YOU
ENJOY
LIFE.
You don't dwell on the crap, and you find a way to wipe your ass and stand up and smell the fresh air when you walk out of the bathroom. Too many people hang out in the bathroom poking the poo and calling everyone else into the room to confirm the horrible stench and the pure grossness of it all then bend over and show their asshole.
Not to be gross, that's just the best analogy I could come up with - never mind the pun.
So yeah. Stop and do smell the roses. Try your best to never mind the shit, eh?
