Life’s a scream…fear, joy or otherwise
Life is just one long scream…literal or otherwise.
In the literal sense, we arrived screaming. We may well go out screaming. And lots of screams in between might be the mark of a life well lived, in my humble opinion.
In the sense of the metaphor, our life is a scream against Life. What matters is what you’re screaming about, and more to the point what you’re screaming at.
Sometimes we scream in plain old fear. If we consistently saw the Universe for what it is, rather than what we think it is, we’d not be able to get a word in edgeways between the terror. Fortunately, this is not the case.
Or the scream might be of anger.
If we’re lucky the scream is a yell of joy. Not that it ever lasts…but neither does the fear, or the rage for that matter. The temporary nature of all things is, as usual, a blessing and a curse.
Of course, there are other emotions but I think they can all be broadly classified under the Screams of Fear, Anger and Joy. Perhaps an oversimplication, but hey, this is only a half-sincere metaphor to begin with!
There is one other scream, the trademark of Adrenaline Junkies (Capital J) everywhere.
The scream of defright.
That fluctuating mixture of the Rush and abject horror.
Whether or not it is worth it is something I’d rather not think of because it risks showing me the error of my ways. And what fun would that be?
Overthinking and the resultant paralysis is the enemy of progress and ultimately…fun. And what’s the point of life (there isn’t one) if it isn’t fun despite all the suck?
Sod it. To live despite Life is the only way worth living. Live hard, and if that means living fast, so be it.
