The results of Damocles
I vaguely remember a school lesson on ancient mythology where one of the mythological creatures was born with the knowledge of the manner and date of its own death. Now for the life of me, and despite some very weird google results, I can’t remember which creature this was.
Leave a comment in here if you know…. PLEASE!
What would you do if one day you were presented with the same knowledge? Not necessarily the manner, although this could be the case, but certainly the date… or as close as dammit. How would you live your life differently, if at all, if you were presented with your own personal “Use by” sticker…? Where you’d stick it is another post altogether!
Whilst taking the effort to convert that time into months or weeks or days or hours or minutes or seconds would make for an illusion of timelessness, it certainly doesn’t seem a productive (or fun) way of spending your dwindling asset.
Would you curl up and count the days or put into actions all those things that you would normally shy away from? Make a bucket list of activities you’ve always wanted to do and more importantly act upon them? Proclaim your true feelings to someone that you were afraid to proclaim before? Live each day as it comes or just exist with a mind to the last?
As a wise man once said “Events, my dear boy, events” may shape the answering for this, but until that becomes a requirement I always like to reflect on a quote by an inebriated, drug addicted, word-smithing genius which should shape all of our answers to the above;
“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a Ride!
