This was right after I had eaten lunch one day, and read something that mentioned howCarpe diem and Memento mori were just two sides of the same coin, albeit representingOptimism and Pessimism, respectively. And then I was thinking about that, and I fell asleep, and somehow the words jumbled up in my mind and out popped their spawn: Meridian. Also, because right after I woke up with the word behind my eyes, I remembered some old lecture in elementary about the Prime Meridian.. or have I watched Sorcerer's Apprentice too recently to be rewriting an old memory from scratch. o-o
Damn, I write really long sentences. Oh well. I think I kind of like blogging in TUmblr better than on my blogspot. I must remember to import some of the less-personal blogs over here sometime soon. (>_<)
Carpe diem. Seize the day. This phrase has been used in many a script and turned into a trodden cliche, but it works. You can't always rely on fate; some matters you have to take into your own hands. And this one phrase is the epitome of that. It's the one thing that's probably the overused central point of most, if not all, pep talks. If you want something, go and get it. After all, time's a-wastin'. Which brings me to..
Memento mori. Remember you will die. Not the cheeriest selection of words. I, like many other kids, first encountered this in Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events. It was the motto of the Austere Academy, if I remember correctly. And though it's kind of a terrible thing to impart on such young minds [students and readers alike] you can't help but admit, it's true.
And maybe 'cause I'm such a fucking cynic, I like it better. You've got to know, that no matter what happens, whether or not you choose to do something about the situations you are in, the world will keep spinning. Life goes on. Nothing will slow down, stop and wait for you to catch up to it. Sadly enough, your days aren't part of a mixed tape that you can rewind, pause, or fast-forward through. You have to live every single moment. So live every single moment, damn it.
Don't waste a single breath doing something that you don't think is [or, eventually, will be] worth it. If you do that, you'll be nothing but a husk woven of resentment and regrets. What will the stories of you be made of, once you're gone? What will you be proud enough to tell your grandkids and you parents and your friends, every day? If it's not worth it, leave it alone. Don't keep hanging on to something that won't see you through, that won't give you contentment and happiness, that won't assure you that you made the right choice.
Will and Lyra encountered the souls of the dead being imprisoned, being tortured by the Harpies. Shadow felt himself naked under the gaze of Mr. Ibis, every single thing about him laid bare. There are things you are ashamed of, things you have forgotten, things you are proud of, things you treasure above any other. These are the things your life is made of. Whatever happened to you, it happened. If it sucked, make it work somehow. If it was great, do something greater. You might think that's mighty idealistic, reminiscent somewhat of the late Steve Jobs' mindset, but hey. Look where he got Apple. When you do something, do it wholeheartedly. This world is too full of half-assed attempts at, well, everything, to have anymore shit that isn't done right. Justify yourself. If you're wrong, well, you'll find out someday. And then go and make it right.
Someone once criticized me for looking at my watch constantly (three guesses who). It's not that I'm impatient for the future to arrive. I mean, if you're into the whole time/space mindfuck, technically, it already has. Maybe I'm just waiting for that assurance, that proof, that time has passed and things have changed and what I've done is done. I admit, I'm not perfect. Sometimes I cling to memories, too. I remember shit I did, shit that happened. I cautiously ponder on shit that could possibly hit the fan. But for all that, I'm still ruminating in the shitpile of the here and now.
Okay fine, enough swearing. Honestly, though. I try to utilize my time wisely. I need it, after all. My parents have got me on a damned schedule and curfew. But that's not the point. The point is, we're all going to die someday. And maybe our bones will crumble and our carcasses will be picked clean by the mercilessly meticulous claws of Time.. but hey. When Mr. Ibis cuts you and guts you and looks you all over, what will he see? When the Harpies want to know every little moment of your life, what will you tell them?
I hope he sees great and beautiful things. I hope you tell them stories spun of you.
