I was having a discussion with a friend of mine about the merits of working and what we would do if money was no object. If, for example, the government started a true universal basic income plan and everyone was handed enough money to buy food and pay rent on a good place, what would people do? He was convinced that people would despair and waste away but I thought differently.
As I’m sure many of you know I was once a pretty good athlete. I am that typical “peaked in high school” type of former athlete, where once I got to university and fell in love with partying and laziness I fell away from that life. Unlike those other peaked in high school types I don’t blame my failures on an injury, or the world at large, I know I am 100% responsible for every failure in my life (well, except one).
I consider myself the consummate failure when it comes to life in general. I fail at most everything I do, in fact the only thing I think I’ve succeeded at is my relationship and even that is debatable (you’d have to ask my partner what she thinks). Right now as I work on a new project and try to envision what success means for that project I find myself contemplating this central theme in my life.
Taking Risks and Trying New Things
I’m addicted to new experiences and new things, it’s a bit of a problem but that I’ve touched on but as it stands I don’t think it is really a major negative in my life. I’m always trying something new, throwing myself into new things and taking new risks, and I think that’s what living is all about.
I might seem to be harping on about this but it’s been something that has been on my mind for a bit now. I think embracing my creativity has caused me more pain in a way because it has taught me that I’m only ever truly happy when I’m working on my art.