1 = a : having definite or definable limits <a finite number of possibilities>
b : having a limited nature or existence <finite beings>
Finally, I fear that I forgot to finish this feat: writing this blog post.* (Oh, I do love alliteration. Absolutely adore alliteration, in fact.) *I started writing DAYS ago. Perhaps I was feeling finicky about finishing. (Did I tell you that I crack myself up?)
Furthermore: we have this thing called time. And those things called watches, calendars, clocks, Big Ben, even those things called time clocks and stop watches. And timers. And we have those other things called days, weeks, months, years, hours, minutes, seconds. Some scientists somewhere even use something called the nanosecond. Don’t ask me about it, I haven’t a clue. Yes, we believe in time. We just don’t always know what to do with it.
THE PROBLEM IS YOU THINK YOU HAVE TIME. –Buddha
I don’t have a fetish about finiteism but I do, as I walk the path of, ha ha, later life, have a concept that the time is now. This isn’t news, folks. Nobody gets out of here alive.
My philosophical makeup, my intense desire to encourage and prod and provoke inspires me to ask: “Are you doing what you want to be doing?” And, if not, why not? Are you making a life for yourself, or just making a living? You don’t have to fear the four-letter words: WORK, PLAY. There is more harmony when those two are in balance. Harmony is good. Hint: take your work less seriously and your play more seriously.
Do you know who you are? Do you know what you are here to do? Are you doing what you set out to do? Did you have any idea you would spend so much time staring at screens? Or figuring out which emoji to use?
Times a-wasting, as I’m sure Bugs Bunny or Sylvester the Cat (his would have been said with a lisp) said once upon a time, therefore, it behooves us to get cracking. (There is an amazing amount of wisdom in cartoons.) To step up to the plate and swing. To put the phone down – – it can wait**, but can you? Your days here are finite. Don’t be that 85-year old, sitting on the porch lamenting the Never Done. Thinking of the If Onlys. You want some great times and even better memories? Get out there and have the good times, create the sparkling, effervescent, carbonated memories.
Our time in the here and now is finite. Forsooth, we are INFINITE beings, Spirits of light and beauty, come to Earth to experience life in this school, this playground, this garden. Some even come to experience their hell. We come from limitlessness, to a place of parameters, boundaries, rules and regulations, AND infinite possibilities. Think about it. What are you doing with this gift?
Face the Facts. Go Forth, don’t fear the freedom, have faith in your dreams, do yourself a favor, float on up to the fun and frivolity. Do it with Savoir Faire, let it become familiar. Fortunately you will be fully functional, fabulous and fine.
Fortune favors the brave.
**Really, it CAN wait. People are being killed. Driving? Put the damned phone down.