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It’s not my quote – that one comes from Fight Club, so you will have to give Chuck Palahniuk credit for so eloquently expressing angst with our short time in the world.  It’s a quote that has stuck with me since I watched the movie again recently (and then felt the need to rant briefly against the world). But being all angsty about the fact that I will not be here forever simply for the sake of wanting to vent has never really been a productive pastime.

So this post will not be another tirade against what is wrong with the world, or how we really should be making more of each day we have and all of the possibilities that are open to us. That much is pretty obvious to anyone with half a mind to question the issue. Nope – no angsty venting, not this evening. What I have discovered, to my minor delight, is that there are at least two possible approaches to the fact that I will not be here forever, and there is a damn large amount of stuff to be done before I check out, if I am to find myself chuckling contentedly in bed at the very end, to the confusion of those gathered round in the very distant future.

there are enough people crying existentially on blogs already – god knows I know a few (Yes, you know who you are.  No, not you – you, the other blogger)

The first of these, would be to get increasingly lyrical about the fact. To expound at length about how dark and depressing the human condition is and woe to all of us who waste our precious time on this earth. Firstly, this does not – I feel – add anything new to the discussion besides making your readers want to slit their wrists with a goth-coloured razor blade. And secondly, there are enough people crying existentially on blogs already – god knows I know a few (Yes, you know who you are.  No, not you – you, the other blogger).

The second, and far more useful approach, would be to channel that frustration into doing something. Anything. Whatever you feel will bring value and satisfaction to the day. Far more helpful than emotional flailing is to wake up in the morning with a righteous kick in the attitude (or pants, but your attitude in the morning will likely outlast the pants you woke up in). And so, I trundled off to the print shop this morning to get a nice new poster made, which now greets me each morning as I wake up – reminding me that today is important. That it requires of me to be all the stubborn little day-seizing, value-adding, new-experience-seeking little rascal that I can be. It should also help me to get the last of the Fight Club quote-mongering out of my system.

And so,  I give to you the new poster. Click to enlarge him, but be warned that he is quite big full size.

This is your life, and its ending one minute at a time.

This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time.