This is going to sound a little crazy, but have you ever thought about death? I mean really thought about it. Not the casual acceptance of “Yeah, I’m going to die” then skip over it, but to really think about it in detail.
It fucks with your mind. I find it to be a good way of determining what to do in some situations. It can make stressful situations seem almost laughable in the bigger scheme of things. Obviously you are going to have to do certain things you don’t want to. You can’t just think about the bigger scheme of things and say “Well, paying rent doesn’t have a massive impact on my total life, why should I pay for this rent? Lets use it to go on an adventure that I’ll remember forever, but then will have nowhere to live!”
Personally it seems to help a bit when thinking about the question “what do I really want to do with my life?” It seems like everyone my age is starting to have big things happen; buying houses, new cars, getting married, having kids. Do I really want that right now? I can’t even seem to think of things I’m actually interested in, let alone decide what I’d like to do for money for the rest of my life.
So I like to imagine myself laying on my death bed in the hospital. (Here’s to hoping as many of us as possible actually die this way instead of in some freak accident.) As I’m laying there I’m thinking about all the things that mattered in my life. Was working all those extra hours worth the money? Should I have gone on that trip I always wanted? Should I have spent less time with my family and worked more to provide a better life? Should I have tried “that thing” I wanted?
If there’s something I think I would be proud to have done when I’m about to die, I want to make sure I do that. I’m still trying to figure out what I want to do in my life. I don’t think everyone really knows everything that will make them happy about their life.
Although one thing is guaranteed… Everyone’s life comes to an end. It’s our job to make the most of it.