What in the actual fuck am I do with my existence and time on this planet?? Do you know what you’re doing with yours? If you died today would you be happy?
This query was posed by a friend on Facebook. Because it was Facebook I gave a quick one paragraph response. Below is that paragraph expanded out.
The biggest problem with worrying about our existence and time on this earth is that we have no clue how long our ride will last. Therefore worrying about it takes some of that very finite time away from actually living it. We all, well most of us, want to be someone grand, want to be a known quantity. We want to know we have a purpose in life. My purpose in life is easy…
Don’t just survive life, live it.
I believe if I simply live my life to the best of my ability each day, everything else falls into place.
Within the past ten or so years I have rediscovered ME. The me I am when I’m not being a semi-professional on the job, when I’m not being a mother to now two grown men, when I’m not being a potential someone’s significant other. I have rediscovered the me I am when I take away all the things I have to do and am left with only the things I must to do to make my soul happy. I had no clue as to how just badly I was lost, until I slowly started to find me. I am still learning, challenging and discovering myself, and it has been one heck of an exploration.
I may never be the next Poe or Renoir or Piaf. Especially Piaf, because this Raivenne who ironically loves karaoke, can’t sing for shit. Yet on a very small-scale my name is now somewhat known in many countries across this globe. I could never have imagined that ten plus years ago. That is not to say that, with hard work, ten years from now if my name is well on its way to being as recognized as say Angelou or Chihuly or Adele (again, please see my caveat re: singing above), I will not complain; really I won’t. A few ago I posted in my blog how my life has done a complete 180 degree turn regarding the arts in my life- from it dearth in my youth to its depth now. My love of writing, music, painting, poetry, theatre – it is all so ingrained into me now I cannot imagine breathing without it. I have rediscovered not just my love for the art of others, but to also appreciate and love, nurture my own arts as well.
I have accomplished some things I could not conceive of doing 30, 20, 10 years ago. Imagined?-yes. Hoped and prayed?-yes. Actually thought I would get to do?-no. But I have done and it has been a marvel. I have so many wonderful people in my life, and I include some of those whom I have yet to meet face-to-face. Had you asked me years if I ever truly thought I would know get to know just people globally, outside of my best friend, that if I should ever step foot in their country and did not make a sincere effort to meet with them that I would be royally cussed out, I would have laughed heartily in your face. Heartily. Yet, I am slowly marking not just countries, but continents of my lists; this is where I am now.
I look in the mirror each morning and I’m glad to say the majority of the time I smile at what I see. (Queue Mary J. Blige’s Fine here.) Not just physically, but emotionally as well. I have my raw days, we all do, however I can honestly say I have never been so full of life, enjoying life, thriving in the art of simply living life as I am right now.
So, if I have to make that final exit today, I can say I would be happy. Still, for as much as I have already accomplished, have I crossed-off even a third of my ever-expanding Want-To-Do list?-Nope. So forgive me if I’m hoping for at least a few more decades to work on those, before I leave you guys, okay? Because I’m Happy!
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I related to this deeply.
I will also add that I don’t think karaoke is for people who have good singing voices. I can’t sing at all, but I freaking love karaoke because I’m not afraid to get up and make a fool of myself. I COMMIT. I even won a karaoke contest against someone who is a singer because I know how to get the crowd on my side.
In conclusion, I loved this post. I am trying to be very mindful of living my life instead of surviving it. I’m so happy your relationship to art has changed so positively and that you are satisfied with where you are in life right now. I feel much the same way.
Thank you, Akilah!