I wanted this one to be public, so I put it on my blog. It’s about the value of something like the Sabbath. Something we don’t have in secular society, so we can get stuck in an endless cycle of trying to use every minute to accomplish some goal of “winning” in life, something that’s not entirely clear.
Links to Sam Harris interview and the author included.
You are too shy.
That said, the talk itself fell flat, like all those self help books, okay, now tell us something we don’t know. Stop to smell the roses, the advice is old as the hills.
I did get a good laugh out Hunter S. Thomson’s quote which is plenty cool and relatable,
even better, now I know where my brother stole it from. I might have to figure out a diplomatic way to call him on it next time he lays it on us.
Or, as Hunter S. Thompson put it, “ 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! ”
Thanks. Forgot the link.
I actually hate those types of “advice” - skid into the grave in a cloud of smoke type of thing. Okay great, then what about my wife and kids? Just leave them in the dust? Always struck me as an irresponsible and selfish piece of advice, like those idiots (who have loved ones) who try to climb Mt Everest.
Excellent point. That’s the problem with such platitudes, life is a bunch of gray zones and balancing acts.
You’ve gotten me thinking of the contrasts between my older bro and me, though he’s got a fair amount of impressive accomplishments and is much better off financially, I wouldn’t trade places.
Although that said, there is a lot to be said for living life while you have it, rather than saving yourself for after your dead.
Id like to die quietly in my sleep, surrounded by love ones, like my uncle did. But not like my cousins in the car with him when he fell asleep at the wheel and drove over a cliff, they were probably all screaming
@lausten that’s exactly how I’d like to die too. I don’t want to die without my sons by my side.
To die in one’s sleep, yes, but not after having lingered for weeks in an hospital bed, even if cared.
My father in law died last fall, after 2 months in hospital, slowly sliding.
His wife visited him every day, and children and great children traveled hundred of kilometres, so he was visited by them almost every day.
Finally, he died in his bed, after having been unable to really communicate for days.
At least, he was not in ICU as my grand-mother. I cried seing her and i prefer to look at here dead, peaceful.
My comment was a variation on a Jack Handey joke, but death with dignity is no joke. A different thread.