There is a huge difference between living and existing, my theory is that existing is so boring if you don’t know how to use it correctly. Existing is living a life where you work, work and work then when you eventually get a moment to yourself you sit on your arse and watch TV or play mindless games – yes it takes the stress away, but I know people who do this for hours on end and end up feeling unaccomplished or just plainly bored with their lives.
If you were to change this scenario to work, work and work then going home to watch an hour of TV (or playing a mindless game) then going out with friends, or attending a class, or even just blogging/taking photographs….then it becomes living. You feel accomplished by taking up a hobby, starting a class or even just chilling with friends. Living is so important because we spend half of our lives telling other people how to live – how can we tell others how to live when we barely live ourselves?
My best friend came back home after a few weeks of university this weekend and had ten times the stories I could even pluck from my brain because she is LIVING her life to the full and not letting anything slow her down..me? Well I have found myself stuck in a routine where my life is a mere existence in the world…I haven’t been living recently (of course until this past week when everything happened at once.) I worry that my blog will become boring, predictable and meaningless because I am not going out to live my life, instead I am staying at home watching TV with my mum and playing mindless games on my iPod.
I will repeat it again – how can we tell others how to live when we barely live ourselves? Who am I to tell you what to do when I do nothing? What gives me the authority to share stories with you when I only half lived them? Existing has become a drag, I am ready for the world to take me in to her steady hands and throw me out in to the big bad scary place where others have managed to make existing living. I am ready for a busy life, I will be unstoppable and wild, I won’t let the idea of living scare me anymore.
The only way I can make my writing better at this stage is to live and experience everything I can then interpret it in to my own words. How can I write a story…if I’ve never lived?