“Should I kill myself, or have a cup of coffee?” – Albert Camus
I often laugh as I sip my morning coffee. To the extent that I’m able to remember this quote, that is.
It’s a snark reminder that we are alive, and we are faced with a choice to truly live. We tend to get distracted by the mirage of busyness; the minutiae that have us pretending to be big and famous and important.
But at a certain point, life becomes humorous. Everything about it. The fact that we are alive at all is reason enough to be perplexed and amused.
So many of us fall into the trap of taking life seriously. We furrow our brows and clench our jaws in preparation for the next grand disaster of the day; we anxiously allot minutes and seconds to each task in our agenda with the precision of an astrophysicist.
And somewhere between our morning coffee and our nighttime anxiolytic, we forget that this is all the hokey pokey… and that’s what it’s all about!
Adopting a pessimistic attitude, or playing small under the guise of being a “realist” is actually the most fantastical way to approach life.
In what will seem like a handful of days, we will all be dead. What is the use in living as though that’s already the case? As though living any life other than a daring life, is worthwhile at all?
Perhaps a good balance to strike is to shift frequently between the ultimate and the immediate; to remind ourselves that we are roaming on a piece of carbon floating and twisting in the ether.