It seems to me in pretty much everything I read, the flashes of images, bits of propaganda from Pinterest to magazines, commercials, sound bites that do not stop – the only way to have a meaningful life is to have a Big life.

I disagree.

There are only so many hours in the day, and I would rather read, write, laugh, and share than climb Mount Everest everything waking breath of my life.

Stop.

Do not think I discount, or do not believe in dreaming because that is not what I am saying.
Do not think I do not believe in hard work, because that is All I believe in. Hard work is heart.
Do not think for a Nano-second this gives you an excuse to become lazy, apathetic, and a blob like Jabba the Hutt.

What I am saying is pressure builds, air fills, and the expansion limits and suffocates, and does not allow for the natural flow of circulation. Striving for a Big Life is like the new, trendy “Keeping up with the Joneses”.

Fuck that.

Full speed isn’t always the optimal speed. Full speed is only good for short distances. Burn-out is inevitable and at times becomes quite ugly, and guess what? The laundry must get done.

What you are truly supposed to be doing you are already doing, and what you truly want to do will come around like to you like your favorite song – it does not leave you.

So tell the Big Lifer’s to back the fuck off.

My Meaningful Life is let me do what I need to do, for I can do what I am truly meant to do. The pursuing of the almighty Big Life, and all that garbely-goo can make you miss the beauty that stands in front of you, all around you, and most essentially the beauty that resonates inside you.

Post script:  I know garbely-goo is not a real word.