Billabonic

Life Among The Selected Few
2010-09-04 16:17:31 (UTC)

Let's Do More Stupid Things (From an e-mail I received)

As far as I’m concerned, the only thing more stupid than
doing stupid things is not doing them at all.

I like to save my favorite notes from the universe – one
of which reads as follows:

Given another chance, [the billions of people that came
before you would] take more risks. Not because they’d
always succeed, but because from where they are now, the
glory of knowing they at least tried, far exceeds any
regrets of never knowing what might have been.

I made a university decision based on a boyfriend. I also
invited a boyfriend to move across the country and live
with me, after only spending a few weeks of actual face-
time together. And soon, I’ll be leaving the comfort of a
regular paycheck to follow my heart on nothing but a hope,
a dream and a prayer. All of which are pretty stupid.

But I see it like the universe sees it: I don’t want to go
through life wondering “what if.” If I fall on my face
(which I often do), it’s not the end. I get up. And I’m
wiser and stronger. If, on the other hand, I hold myself
back from the many so-called stupid things, I may live a
life steeped in regret and restrained from growth and
evolution.

Yesterday, Will and I drove by his grandmother’s old
house. His grandmother, like so may that lived through the
great depression, was a tightwad. She was terrified of
spending money – and so she deprived herself of much to
hoard her savings. No trips, no impulsive buys or good
food. Before moving into a nursing home, and after living
a life of self-deprivation, she handed Will a check for
$2,000 with one stipulation: That he uses the check for
something entirely impractical. Maybe, at 80 years old,
she finally realized there was something to be said for
stupidity.




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