My Measure of Life

I don't have much. I have a little house on a corner lot. Two vehicles parked out front, and all the bills that come with them. I don't have a huge savings account, or stocks in a fortune 500 company. There's no lake house we go to for the summer, and our proverbial ship - like tomorrow, is always coming, but will never get here. And yes, I would love to have more. It might enhance my life to a certain degree, but would it define my life? Not much that I have could, really....not the house, or the cars...the lot they're parked on, nor the shit in the glove box. None of what I have could define my life other than my children, my family, my friends...and my laugh lines.

When I die, I want to have a face that looks like a road map of slapstick comedy. Of jokes at my expense & the expense of others. Follies and fails, and Times spent giggling with my children. Giving the trials and tribulations of life the finger with a big go fuck yourself embedded in a smile is to laugh in it's face. I often think life tests us by making us the brunt of It's joke, just to see how loud we can laugh back, and when we take ourselves too seriously, we serve a purpose only to entertain whoever the fuck it is that rules our Universe. Fuck em. Let's entertain ourselves, and enjoy each other...enjoy life.

Now I'm sure there is going to be some stiff that reads this and calls me naive, or stupid, irresponsible maybe. And I'm all that, plus more...with a little more tucked away in my closet. And sure I have regrets, and coulda shoulda wouldas. But so is and so does Mr stiff. So do we all. And I'm sure Mr stiff will also roll his eyes and spew the whole welcome to reality bullshit, and I know the reality. It's in our faces all the time. Fact is however that we are reality, and the way we conduct we is the reality we see. And I think above all else; it is fucking hilarious that for creatures that do the things we do, we could be so forthright in our conviction about the insanity we have brought upon ourselves, only because we take ourselves so seriously. As if there is only one person in the world that sits cross legged and masturbates like a monkey. As if I am the only one who sings in their car on their way to a "serious Board meeting". And as if there has never been a person who didn't wash their hands on purpose after taking a dump because they knew they'd be shaking the hand of the serious big wig in control of their future. Religion is serious. Politics is serious. Fuckin international relations is serious. And it's obvious, considering how many have died in the name of God, Country, and conviction that nothing good comes from any of that. All we have is perspective. That's it, that's all.

Call me naive, I don't care. All I know is that when I die, I don't want to leave behind destruction, and sorrow. Hate and resentment. I do not want to leave behind vengeance or lies, or uncertainty. Laugh lines. I just want to leave behind laugh lines.