Life Is Not A Dress Rehearsal

I realised last night that I’ve been trying to do too much and not getting any of it done, which was why I felt so frustrated and annoyed. Less really is more.It’s a weird feeling overall. By trying to do too much at once, I was tripping over myself in trying to go in several directions at once. It’s pretty obvious when you actually sit down and think about it, so I wonder why it’s taken me so long to realise what’s been going on. Much better to do one thing well than to half do five different things.

Life takes on a much different feel with a change of perspective like this. Instead of being a never ending source of frustrating obstacles it becomes this endless sea of opportunity. I’m almost spoiled for choice, in fact, which makes me a very lucky boy indeed. There are plenty of people who don’t have anywhere near the same level of opportunity that I enjoy, so I should make the most of it. Which is exactly what I intend to do.

Eventually I’ll run out of time to do stuff, incredible advances in medical technology notwithstanding. I’ve probably been born a couple of generations too early to experience a world where death is optional, so I’ve only got a few short years to wander about this place before I snuff it. It’s highly unlikely that anyone will remember me in a hundred years unless I do something remarkable, and despite my ego, that’s probably not going to happen. I may as well enjoy myself and stop stressing about it. You don’t have to be famous to enjoy life.

I’m going away with some friends for the weekend, up north to go Skirmishing for a mate’s birthday. I’m really going to enjoy it now, too.

Grinning like an idiot is fun. Everyone wonders what I’m up to.

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