I finally got through an article I've had in my tabs for too long. It's about a Greek Island where "people forget to die."
There are days that I want to give up everything and move to a place like this. To live a simpler life, away from everything. To work the land and live off of it. To live forever (or at least a good long while) in a place seemingly devoid of competition. Because maybe living can be the point of life. Taking in the enjoyment of living each day.
But then I know that I would grow antsy. The same way I grow antsy here in Chicago after a long stretch of doing nothing. And I know that a life that works like this for some people probably wouldn't work for me. Ultimately I do want to compete. I want to make amazing things that other people enjoy because that's what makes life worth living. Proving myself to myself is my ultimate goal. To become self-actualized through the things I create. Even if that means I live a shorter amount of time.
Ultimately there is something broken in me that creates this desire. There has to be. But since it's what I know and what drives me that might not be the worst thing in the world. Even during the worst days I feel blessed to have been given so much. It gives me a reason to give back, to strive to do something worthwhile. Any alternative is unimaginable because I would feel this life has been wasted on someone who did not take the most advantage of it.
That's what scares me the most.
Link via BenKunz ages ago.