"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all."
In a few seconds, a whole series of thoughts swarmed through my head. I'm not sure if you call this a wake up call, but it was definitely something worth paying attention to:
This quote begs the unrelenting question: "What am I doing with my life?" I'm not trying to come off as cliche or like a fortune cookie, but it's such an important question.
I don't like it, but I really do fit into the latter category. I exist, but do I live? Sure, biologically I'm alive (duhh), but how much does that amount to? I eat, breathe, 똥, sleep, consume. But what do I produce? What do I do that's anything significant? How am I living?
During the school week, I'm always looking forward to the weekend. My days at school are spent awaiting the dismissal bell, and my time at home is spent lamenting over the homework pile and lusting after the weekend. Then the weekend comes. Granted, a lot of the time I am out or at least with somebody else, but some of the time I'm just sitting home. And what do I do? I watch one-piece for like hours. I watch episode after episode. I sit in my bed and watch. Just taking in the information, consuming it.
Now, I'm not here saying that watching a show or whatever is bad, because it really is not. I'm not saying that looking forward to free time or a break is wrong, because it can be good.
But when that is my existence, that's the problem. I'm gonna look back one day and notice that I spent a whole lotta time waiting, and not enough living. I wasted so much time sitting around, and not enough acting.
My plan wasn't to make this religious or anything, but this definitely relates to my spiritual life. It's funny cause while I was writing this, I remembered stuff that my youth pastor, Justin, said. The topic was boredom. In short, he said,
"How can any follower of Jesus Christ be bored? Each one of you is part of a movement, each one of you is a citizen of the Kingdom of Heaven. Your lives are renewed and you have new meaning, a new soul. You know that you have been saved, and this knowledge is good. Your lives should reflect this. Joy, love, peace, it should all be a part of you. And knowing that you're part of such an awesome purpose, how can you ever be bored? Your lives have purpose, so go do it."
So, I dunno, maybe in its own existence, this snippet isn't that meaningful. But in context, it meant enough to me where I can remember it vividly. And I used to think about it a lot, because it made so much sense. I know this truth, I know it. It's described as this fire that wells up and consumes you from the inside out. This joy inside me, this new life, should explode from inside me and make me do something. But instead, I can quickly forget it and just youtube for 5 hours.
I need something to live for. I need a purpose. People ask me, "What do you wanna do in college?" or, "What kinda job do you want to have?" And I tell them I don't know. I don't know what I want to do. I don't know what kind of job I want, or what exactly I want to study in college. Maybe I'm too indecisive to pick something. Or maybe I just haven't found something to live for, and not live of off.
Without passion, man is nothing. Without a goal, everything else is void. And without it all, we exist, not live.
I need to start living, really. Every day of just getting through it, every day where I just go to school and go home, all of it is for naught. It's a waste.
But I won't stay like this. I can't. Soon I'm gonna realize that I have too much to do, and every wasted day is something I won't ever get back. I'm not sure what this is gonna look like, or what it's gonna involve. But it will be great. I'm alive, I just don't know it yet.