I could just start this story off with the phrase: I see dead stories everywhere. There you go! And that’s exactly how it’s going to be started off. It is befitting, after all, you’re probably wondering what a “Storykill” is right about now? Well another writer of sorts coined the word. Much of this post is not a copy but an idea duplication of sorts. After all we’re both Seahawks football team fans and have to live with the aftermath of an epic storyKill.
Exactly what is a “Storykill”? To describe it I guess, it would have to be similar to buzz-kill or killjoy, storykill described as Seth said it, is that feeling left behind that haunts you when choices alter the course of your narrative—propelling you to that not-so-happy-ever-after that would have defined your story as a tragedy. It is those epic fails so often we’re reminded of by family, friends, or our ex’s, that truly haunts us.
Ok. I’m just now recovering from the tragic Supper Bowl Seattle Seahawk’s loss. In short a “Storykill”. The hawks had one of those unreal seasons after coming off a supper bowl win the previous season. But after an iffy start to the season, my hecklers were starting to beat me down. “The hawks are just a lucky team and not all that good.” “We gave you that last one buddy.” Those were the kinds of things said to me, with that last one said to me by a Denver broncos fan. A 49’ers fan said,” the hawks are a JV team now!” Wow! It was hard, but I have been a fan of the hawks from the beginning, through all of those embarrassing losing seasons, so it’s hard to discourage me.
The hawks this season made it a habit to be a second half team. They came back from a sure losses in the 3rd or 4th quarters of what seemed like the last 8-10 games of the season. They took that style of play right into the supper bowl. In fact right into the last seconds of that game. Friends became discourage watching the games, throwing up their hands, thinking all was lost. But then it happened–or so I thought.
After one of the most unlikeliest catches of all time (in any sport ever) the hawks end up on the 3 foot line—first in goal. Just 3 feet from the glory of winning two supper bowls in a row baby….they lose? Instead of handing the ball off to beast mode as they called their running back, they throw! They throw an interception. Some say they handed the win over to the other team (Who will forever remain nameless for me). I sat in shock. We threw an interception! We lost! How was that even possible?
Storykill struck, and struck the Seahawks hard. Every sports fan has their own stories of disappointments where their team let them down. Just a hand full of unlucky fans though have had to live through such an epic fail of this magnitude, laser etched or so it seems, into the memory banks as well as into the inter-web—creating ghosts that will mercilessly haunt them for the rest of their lives. After all it is just an entertainment, It’s just supposed to be a fun game.
I have had to repeat that more than just a few times—but yes it’s just a game. Why do sorties like this affect us so deeply? It is now a dead story—and those dead stories, right from the very moment of completion are also hardest to bury. It can be the same feelings anyone gets when your favorite character played by your favorite actor gets booted out of the story line. Sometimes by an unexpected surprise, a twist in the story line itself, and still at other times due to true life happenings. It’s the same feelings when the bad guys win in the movies, or in the office where you are working with inter office politics. Storykill’s don’t just happen on TV or in sporting events. They can hit close to home too. Fairytale weddings ending in divorce, causing splits, criticism and hate, and children’s pain. There can be also those children born against all odds with loving parents who struggle against those odds—only to see positive promise along with bright futures dim with drugs, alcohol, and addiction; or for that person who passing their final test in getting their degree; a degree where no one sees worthy enough to hire you. Life is filled with storykill’s, dead ends, disappointments that at least in our minds view “weren’t supposed to happen this way.”
Life is full of storykills, or stories that can kill the human spirit. Some believe, every person that they come in contact with when hearing their life’s stories, that life is unfair and needs to be equalized somehow? But where do we draw the line, and how do we quiet down the complaints, in an effort in separating the complaint of unfairness, to the stories of just dumb luck, and or the ill effects of just dumb choices made and their uncomfortable personal outcomes? Success in life isn’t an exercise of keeping score of what you have in comparison with what I have. Stop keeping score at the football games so to speak? Just how would anyone equalize the inequality in different appearances in supper models and the average person? When will we just see life as it is? Being unfair! Weather we like it or not life is just plain unfair. Plastic surgery may do the trick for some people? Even so life isn’t always perfect or fair—plastic surgery some times leads to more surgery–and plastic surgery doesn’t always age well for some people.
When we look around our lives, we can certainly find plenty of storykill’s, we may also have plenty of people who will constantly remind us of a few as well? But living life isn’t about measuring up to some lofty standard someone else set for us. Aren’t we all just trying to overcome life’s odds? Storykill’s are nothing more than a wrinkle in our life’s stories. Challenges presented to us to keep us from being bored with living. Making an effort, or making unequaled effort’s in overcoming those challenges is what keeps us young in spirit and in heart. Storykill’s aren’t the death of the author’s story as they intended it to be, but the reminder to the author that a new wrinkle has developed and a new chapter now needs to be written.
All the best.
Thanks to Seth Pierce who to my knowledge coined the phrase “StoryKill” and who I also quoted.
Never underestimate the awesomeness of someone disappearing from your life, who would rather hold you back from change, in order to remain in comfortable surroundings. Even if that someone should be you!
Never allow yourself to accept an average existence to someone else’s expected conformity to their dreams. But seek out the your own path of breakthroughs.
Some say, if you make good sound judgments, breakthroughs will seemingly fall from the sky. Life will be easy. You’ll be an overwhelming success. But then good judgments come from experience. And all of that comes from bad judgments being made in the first place.
So it is easier to look for the easy way out of any of life’s problem by seeking out a miracle breakthrough provided by someone else to you. But then, you’d be living up to someone else’s risk reward, success or failure, dreams vs. realities, not to mention their willingness to extend their own efforts to you. Not really any breakthrough you can hang your hat on. What is this thing called a breakthrough really?
Breakthrough’s are those small moments in our life, in specific portions of time, where we have tried so hard to overcome an impossible problem, and then we get one more flash of an idea that enters our brain. Now try this! Is that sudden spark of an idea kindled in our subconscious and all it takes is that spark to create a fire, to uncover that breakthrough. Be it a specific answer that we’re looking for. To that working challenge, or some relationship challenges, or just some great obstacle encountered along life’s road towards our dreams, all of these things may require another try. When seemingly we have already made all of the then known attempts at overcoming them.
If you are looking for a breakthrough, or trying to overcome a problem, within yourself, or within a relationship, at work, or with a working relationships and or project. In short, solutions to all. We must remember there is no such thing as a drive-through breakthrough. There is no fast food ordering window for some future success with little efforts. There is no such thing as a happy meal without effort made of ourselves in finding those breakthroughs. There are only moments or pauses where we have to wait for that lightning strike of an idea to enter our thoughts–creating a pathway that may also produce that breakthrough we are looking for. Yet an idea alone isn’t any guarantee that a breakthrough is happening, or will happen.
Solutions come from trying things. Learning from things, learning things from our efforts while actively trying to move forward. We only get to have breakthroughs by going through. We don’t get to see changes happen without efforts unless we are weather watchers. Sometimes the biggest changes that need to happen in our life’s are also keeping us from a breakthrough, change that needs to take place within ourselves, changes that are so often also avoided.
Consider just how hard it is to change yourself, and you’ll understand what little chance you have at changing someone else. Yet, we do try. Don’t we? To often we try to change others for our own comfort, while we repeatedly bath in our own discomforts. Don’t expect someone else to make any efforts that you’ll need them to make in order to attain your dreams. You’ll be more often than not disappointed.
The next time you’re tempted to take the drive-through route towards a perceived outcome, goal, wish, or some visionary expectation we have for ourselves, thinking we are creating our lives as they would’ve turned out by now already. Don’t be disappointed, frustrated, and or depressed, but be thankful.
“Be thankful for your struggles, because without them you wouldn’t have found your strengths.” (Quote unknown)
And without strength of endurance, brought about by repeated actions, that wonderful world of breakthrough’s may be just beyond your reach. Reaching one small goal at a time and then moving on to the next, is what propels us to great heights. Success may look to be always out of our reach. But looking backwards for prospective, our life is a pathway of stepping-stones, stones of one success after another that we have walked upon. Beyond the hear and now is the unknown, there is the unseen obstacle, the unthought-of breakthrough, and yet, over time we will have moved along some more of life’s stepping-stones of success.
Life isn’t fair! So we shouldn’t expect equal outcomes. We shouldn’t compare ourselves to others despite the fact that we both have walked along life’s same pathways for a time. Life wasn’t supposed to be measured by some medium of score keeping. Nor should we measure it by the amount of breaths we take. But rather measure the value of life or success by the times something has taken away your breath with amazement. Sometimes realizing a breakthrough to our problems isn’t a real breakthrough at all. Doing something we’ve known about in the back of our minds, and still choosing not to do it; even when we then change our choice and do it. That choice doesn’t really qualify as a breakthrough. That’s avoiding the obvious? Maybe the biggest breakthrough in our individual life’s, is accepting that our attitudes are usually the biggest obstacles encountered as we work towards our goals.
All the best.
A school district in Lake Stevens, Washington State, has suspended two third-graders after finding sexually explicit images on a district computer and shared them with classmates.
Austin Maxwell, the stepfather of one of the students suspended who allegedly typed in the search term that brought up the controversial result, told KING 5 he was furious, but doesn’t blame his child.
According to school administrators, somehow software designed to prevent students for viewing inappropriate materials failed to block it from happening. District officials sent an email home to parents suspending all student computer use until they discover and fix the problem.
Problems, slip-ups, and mistakes, are bound to happen in an imperfect world run by imperfect people; it’s just what it is to be human. As a parent, Maxwell wondered: “Is it a safe place for her [his daughter] to go back to?”
Is that a valid question to ask? It is certainly horrifying for a kid in the third grade to witness pornographic images. You’re robbing the child of innocence. Children seeing images of the pornographic nature can lead to obvious problems.
It would be one thing if the kid had other behavioral problems that were evident from other things going on. But in this case it seems like all involved recognize that this little girl was not the instigator and was not exhibiting some kind of deviant behaviors at the school. And yet the school authorities saw it appropriate in suspending.
What good is anyone doing expelling these students? Basically it ends up punishing them for being a victim at the school. Third grade students don’t understand what they’re sharing. To them it’s gross and just unbelievable, or whatever, and so they share it. It seems to me adults in the room and in the position of leadership, you’ve got do deal with the situation using common sense instead of knee-jerk-reactions. We shouldn’t be focused into reacting unrealistically like other news stories of late that suspended the student who makes his hand into a gun pointing his finger, or the kid who has an “imaginary” supper weapon, or the kid who brought to school his Pop-Tart gun. In these stories as with this one, we as a society have lost the opportunity of a valuable teachable moment.
If students are being punished in this case for a computer glitch, a problem with security designed to keep them safe, then isn’t the school district not only liable but responsible for the physiological trauma if any and open to punishment themselves? It makes no sense to punish the student for the PC lines we draw, if those same efforts also eliminate nurturing an education in common sense.
Despite of his best attempts to remain incognito, the Grinch reached out his hand while offering me a smile. I responded in kind while also offering a hardy Merry Christmas. After all, tis the season.
Somehow Christmas means something differently to whoever views it through their own pair of rose-colored glasses. Is Christmas filled with subliminal messages? Secrets that yet have to be revealed? Except for the few that I seemed to have ran across of late, people who also dared to point their fingers at the obvious, ( I’m sure those people were the Grinch’s relatives. Or could it have been….). They continued tugging at my ears to listen as they then explained.
One of those person’s found it necessary to show me a hand-made card. The card had gilded edges, dazzling red and green fonts, and a assorted sprinkling of glitter, followed by this message:
“Jesus is the reason for the season” TRUE!
This person had crossed out the Merry Christmas part, and made it a point to plop their finger on that one part. A physical exclamation point so I would know this was serious stuff!
I was confused. But this person like a dog with a bone, and wasn’t going to let it go or me off that easily. They went on to explain how Christmas was high-jacked by the “Pagans”. “If I didn’t celebrate just so” (metaphorically speaking) and accordingly to the church / God I could be guilty of paganism.
I’m beginning to believe that many churches could advertise on their marquee that “The Grinch lives here” Why do some people like to lurk inside of the church lobbies as if they’re self-imposed “Pagan police”? You know! Those people who are only looking to be nick picky about everything in church. They hope to change everything back to the way it was. All the while forgetting that it’s about the relationship with God that extends far beyond that one or two days most people go to church per week, month, or in a year….. Sorry for the snarkiness. But some people can be more of a thorn in my back side then a delight to be around, despite having sat down on a thorn-bush. (If you know what I mean)
This person went through a whole historiography about all of the subliminal but totally accidental paganism inside of the Christmas celebration, and other celebrations that churches are involved in. So I felt the need to ask them, “How is it possible to become an accidental Pagan and not for Pagans to become accidental Christians? A look of disgust came over them as they snatched their presentation away and scoffed at me.
“You’ll more than likely be on God’s naughty list if you enjoy too much yuletide cheer.” They added calling out over their shoulders as they walked away.
I thought my question deserved an answer. After all, there are people who wear apparel, or who have tattoos, and wear jewelry with crosses on them – but nobody accuses them of being a secret Christian. It is people who appoint themselves as the Pagan police that miss the point of living what you “believe”. For it is your outwardly presentation of yourself towards others that makes a lasting impression of your beliefs. Is that going to be a positive? Or a turn off? Or is it that these pagan police are just good self-liars – presenting themselves as being good Christians in a legalistic way, in a way Re-hashing the same argument that Jesus had with the Jewish church leadership in his day. Anyone can read all about it in the Bible. It’s all there in black and white so to speak of.
When the Romans destroyed the temple in Jerusalem and built the temple of Jupiter on its ruins, would sensational pagan evangelists have pointed out the traces of Jewish symbolism and architecture infringing on the worship of the Roman God? Yet with some Christians it seems like they are willing to credit the devil with more power than Jesus, to trick people into becoming accidental pagans even though they claim to be Christians and who dares to celebrate in the ways they’re pointing out.
It seems to those Christmas-haters acting in this way are just throwing a cold bucket of icy water onto the Christmas celebration, by calling people to the attention of possibly being accidental pagans. It would seem they are missing the point, to the same degree as the recent “Fad du jour, the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge” did.
Can you really have a true and lasting relationship when it is based on peer-pressure?
If there is a negative, a blanketed observation that could be made of all religions and the celebrations of Christmas, it would have to be our tendency to saturate it with sublime materialism and selfish ignorance
It seems to me it is just as dangerous to be overly critical, as it is to be overly celebratory in being a underachiever. A person who will never be perfect or good enough – and then gives up on making even those small efforts to make improvements.
We should encourage people to become a positive, though they’re imperfect. (For that is to be Christ like) Not verbally beat the imperfection out of them for the sake of having a better relationship with them. Somehow these Christmas-Haters never expect God to treat them in the same way they tend to treat others.
We should be a positive towards others, up lifting, and encouraging to try to do better. Not just be the person in church with a big stick.
Marry Christmas, and a happy new year to all.
All the best.
I get it: I absolutely understand why a person would want, if possible, to be in control of death.
A blogger wrote of death, “Death is not Brad Pitt in Meet Joe Black. Death is not anything like you have seen in the movies. There is no quiet symphony, there are no fireworks. Death can be violent and messy, or it can be as quiet as a shadow, and it can create some of the worst memories imaginable — memories that will never fade. Many of us, sadly, know this.” Shumaker
For several years I watched someone I love slowly die. But by watching their death slowly creep forward, limiting our ability to reminisce about those golden times, or memories of the past. And they always seems to have passed by far too quickly then we both expected. I saw personally how easy it is to misguide my emotions, my feelings, and most of all my compassion(s) toward their final and last struggle in life because I couldn’t or wasn’t prepared to let go.
We’re not supposed to be totally in control of every aspect of living. And in living there are no guarantees, warranties, or return policies. In fact, today we are preoccupied with removing risk and fear in life, that we sometimes forget really how to live it. Or how we could impact others while living it.
It’s that fear that drives many to be on the lookout for genetic markers, they then subject themselves to countless amounts of testing, not to mention the awful amounts of money spent on such. It scares me, as it would scare most of us. Testing for genetic markers not only runs up cost of medical insurance and treatments of those people who are pandering to fear, but it reduces opportunities for everyone in the proses. It opens a door in our thoughts and what should scare us more than those questions that come after going through that doorway, is our over simplified attempts to reduce fear and prolong the inevitable.
Should I ever be diagnosed with such awfulness, that same disease, what then?
How would I then choose to live, to interact with…what attitudes would I express, but most of all (and I’m afraid the least thought of question of all)…How will my choices on how I live today effect those around me when I’m inevitably gone? That scares me.
Rather than accept a horrible death, 29-year-old Brittany Maynard refused. She found out a year ago that the dreadful headaches she was suffering from weren’t normal and that they weren’t going to go away. Maynard had terminal brain cancer. A few days after her diagnosis, she had a partial craniotomy and a partial resection of her temporal lobe. This spring she found out not only had her tumor come back, but that it was even more aggressive. Her doctors told her she had six months to live.
In an interview with People magazine, Maynard shares, “I’ve discussed with many experts how I would die from it, and it’s a terrible, terrible way to die.”
Maynard doesn’t want to die a terrible death. “Being able to choose to go with dignity is less terrifying.”
In another interview she was asked, if she was terrified with planning her suicide / death… Brittany cut the reporter off and said, I’m not killing myself, or committing suicide per say, cancer is killing me—I’m deciding when.
Advocates of death with dignity, claim that it isn’t suicide in deciding your time of death if you are in the process of dying and seeking the option to hasten an already inevitable and imminent death. But then, doesn’t everyone living today fit into just such a painting with a broad brush?
Looking for assistance no matter how grim the circumstances or health condition, that also involves other person who may also have a claim to dignity within life as well; they may have taken an oath to their chosen profession to do no harm. in essence everyone in the medical field fight against all odds of 100% of all people eventually dying. Is asking another person with medical background to help you end your life not also asking, so to speak, for assistance in finding a hit-man? Perhaps someone might think I am being cold with that hit-man statement. But really, if you’re looking to kill someone, even if that someone is you, aren’t you acting in the same manner when looking for that “thing” that will end life just the same?
When it comes to suicide people who would make such a choice already have countless ways to commit suicide, why do we then need government to make laws in regulating it? It’s ironic that tax money that has built the best medical system in the world, a system that uses technology to protect and preserve life against all odds would now be forced to provide life ending prescriptions.
It’s a complicated issue at best, and far too complicated to address everyone’s emotions satisfactorily. This is why I’m on the side of individuals making that choice for themselves, minus the inclusion of any governmental assistance and any attempt to popularize medical assistance as being compassionate in providing specific prescriptions to cause death. For me it is when we regulate every aspect of an already complicated and personal issue, we place people in charge of making choices (To allow or not) to allow for us to make such a choice outside of our own personal choice, which will ultimately cause misguided compassion, guided by emotional feelings, to choose or to make choices, only based on a societal impact. When life, no matter who’s life that is among the living, is just looked at as if their just another number, because we all fit within the definition that the advocates of death with dignity uses to twist compassion with this subject along with government who will then decide when individuals can’t decide for themselves? Who decides with auto accidents….will we then give assistance based on some newly remembered statements of the victims own policies on this issue? Will we then have to make societal decisions to see who is worthy of medical assistance based on survival and future contributions as opposed to present rehabilitation costs, or some other qualifier in determining quality of life? Is quality of life suddenly going to be redefined to include motor skills, because I’m sure someone out there would consider it to be just as life ending to be confined to a wheelchair as some other life ending affliction or cancers? Will a parent decide for their adolescent children? Should they?
When it comes to life and death there is no one shoe fits all public policy. So there is no room for government—be it, city, local, county, state, or federal government, which should regulate such matters.
It’s a hard enough of a choice to make for individuals on how they would like to be remembered by you because of those choices they make on how they will live, or die, after they are diagnosed with some terminal illness? I would like to think anyone’s choice would be on the side of being a positive for those we would leave behind. After all life is all about the memories. In the case of my loved one who I had to watch slip away. Slowly losing their memories, their ability to tell jokes, their ability to recognize my face, who then on top of it all had to lose their motor-skills…I will always remember their face when a bit of time that was longer then we both expected went by before we could spend time together again, it was that light in their eyes (the faintest of memories remembered before that too was snuffed out), and that embracing hug…that joy…for both of us, that also gave calm and peace before their passing. And for me it was their lasting message of “I love you–now go live your life in a positive way”, even though their best efforts didn’t allow them to speak.
And that is why no amount of government regulation, for or against, can ever decide or get in the way of someone’s personal decision being made on this issue. At the same time we as the living should realize, we don’t really have the right to demand of our government or modern medical doctors or system to end life on request without also having that request become a negative impact. No matter how small that impact may be at first, it’s the living that has to deal with that slippery slope that could lead to abuse at some point. And to those who plan to end it all because of some unbearable affliction, you don’t get to cast a vote on how society should live life after you’re gone. You only should get to decide how, if anything, is going to affect you’re life.
Is the hoopla over recent NFL abuse cases / domestic violence over done, over reported, or even magnified to the extent of abusive reporting by big media?
Let me just state it right here and now. Abuse of any kind is wrong! No if’s, or and’s, or but’s, are expectable excuses, it just plain wrong!
Having that said now, why is the NFL embroiled in an demotic violence witch hunt? With 4 such cases or arrests now made, why are the other NFL stories of related drug cases, or other violent acts by other NFL players or former players so under reported?
I have grown real tired of the politicization of certain cases for nothing more then making political points by using such stories as exclamation points. Because such reporting has nothing to do with ending such behaviors in society by making them into a bigger public awareness campaign. If that was truly the design of such reporting we would have little room to avoid stories of much bigger effects towards individual’s personally, and all the ill effects to the public in general that those stories would explain. Yet these stories are barely reported on some back page of some no name newspaper somewhere. It gives an impression of hiding something for later use in a sort of manipulation story, not all that different than the present demotic violence stories currently. Where is the news magnification, the public outcry, and the social demand for government to change it all? Instead we have this on going witch hunt of a real problem in the NFL while avoiding the bigger picture within society just under the surface.
Are kids worth protecting at all? And at any and all costs?
This year, 2014 right up to my posting of this story, there have been, or are on going cases in or out of court, of over 300 teachers who have abused kids in their schools just this year, while under their care. And we are magnifying 4 domestic violence cases in the NFL for that same time period of time. Domestic violence in the NFL isn’t suddenly something new. It’s been going on for years. But with today’s reporting, it is being made to sound out of control and ramped. On a percentage bases is it all that different to the population at large? I’m not making a case or any justification of domestic violence here, just an unusual reporting of it.
One such segment of the population with a higher percentage of accounts of domestic violence as reported, is the very same segment that also has the job of investigating all other reports of domestic violence–police officers. Where is the same degrees of reporting those stories if we must shine a lime light onto this dark corner of society if we hope to change it? How does reporting on the NFL change the real segment of population with the same but more prevalent problem?
Going back to our public teachers, aren’t teachers government employees? Don’t we deserve better and more efficient government? Aren’t our kids our future? Then why aren’t these stories in the news daily if necessary to get that better government, who would better manage their employees if it were brought into the light? Yet it’s our media, that evil in our lives who plays politics with the NFL, expecting public outrage to get government moving in regulating everything except the media and itself.
Sometime opening your eyes can be the most painful thing you can do.
We don’t need some super strength to accept those things we can’t change. But we a kind of unwavering strength to change the things we can’t accept! A unified strength of standing up to those who hold their deceptive powers as public do-good’ers.
We shouldn’t dispense the law within the court of public opinion in an unequal disposition towards what’s popular on any given day. It seems society is unwilling to stand up to evil no matter where it exerts, but rather it is only interested in finding an acceptable level of evil that they can tolerate. While using the least amount of efforts posable. And everything else is considered collateral damage.
So what damages society to a larger degree some abuse in the NFL, or the almost unheard of child abuse in school–4 cases in the NFL vs. 300 unheard of cases in our public schools in 2014. And with a track record of the police, according to FBI statistics, are we to call a potential secret abuser to investigate a report of domestic violence?
I suggest we stop sweeping dirt under the rug while complaining about some visible missed prices that sticks out like a sore thumb within the NFL.
What says you?
All the best.
The banking industry has perfected the multiple drive through lines years ago. Yet fast food places haven’t captured this time saving concept for those few customers that just want to have one or two things instead of a happy meal, or some supper size meal deal.
McDonald’s should have an express drive thru lane just for people who need french fries.
Just thinking outside of the box with feeding the tapeworm.
All the best.
Deadlines! Deadlines! Deadlines!
Ever wake up in the morning with a nagging question that just puzzles you more, and more the longer you think about it? Mine is “Why does SOUR CREAM have an Expiration date?” It’s already sour and so……
Any who I just thought I’d throw that out there for everyone. That aside let’s get on with it.
No matter how many deadlines you personally have it seems that most people need that kick in the butt to push one’s self to do their best work. So few of us are really self-starters, so the mighty deadline becomes a necessity, that anti-drug to postponement and procrastination. There are procedures and processes and they include boundaries, and those boundaries add value to life. Without them life becomes valueless. The guidelines and barriers which surround us daily help us not only to do our best, but helps define winners and losers, success and failure, fair value of price vs. priceless, cheep or inexpensive vs. Expensive, and finally right and wrong; allowing people to know exactly what is expected of them and when.
Though it may not be too fun admitting it, all of us, have a finite amount of time. New to the market place is a device to figure out our scheduled last breath—the death watch. Tikker the makers of the death watch as it is called; counts down admittedly slowly to a calculated estimated time of the wearer’s death.
The Tikker team readily admits the idea sounds morbid but adds that the idea behind the watch is to encourage wearer’s to realize their lives have an expiration date and they should make the most of their lives while they have them…i.e. making them face the ultimate deadline.
“I think we can have a better life, and make better choices, if we are more aware of our upcoming expiration. It gives us perspective — the little stuff suddenly doesn’t seem so important anymore. That’s why I see Tikker as a happiness watch,” explained Tikker’s creator Fredrik Colting.
The death watch will arrive with an instruction manual and a questionnaire meant to estimate how long the wearer is scheduled to live. Once the expiration date is determined, it can be programmed into Tikker. The death watch literally counts down the seconds to the wearer’s utter demise, all the while displaying the current time.
“But the point we are trying to make is that the wearer should in some way be conscious of their own expiration, and that in turn will make you better appreciate life. Like people who’ve had near-death experiences, or lived through diseases.”
We’ve all had some experience with death or something like the time our pet died, so death is no surprise to anyone. We rarely like to talk about it though. And we should always question the mental stability of those morbid few who like to talk about death. But what about displaying what’s left of our time, in a way that others can see, or at least speculate about it, or question us, should they even take notice of the strange wrist device and recognize it as the death watch. Who would openly display this on their body?
The once popular break the ice question, “What’s your sign?” will soon have to give way to, “How much time do you have…left that is?” Should this become the next crazy must-have product. Can such a device even make it in the business world? Can it literally out sell the success of that long ago popular useless “Pet Rock”?
Because it just before the time of the year where we celebrate the traditions of trick or treat, this little morbid tidbit falls from the great internet sky into our laps. Do the makers of this little useless wrist device believe it’s revelatory? Or do they think lots of people have $30–$50 per watch to spend as Halloween party favors that promise to produce more interesting conversations at your morbid dinner party.
Somehow for me, the way I see it, this device looks too much like a ready-made human metal-detector for “Gold diggers”. (If you know what I mean?)
How do you find the concept of the death watch?
How would you change your life if you knew you only had 10 more years to live?
What about if you had just one year, just a month, or a day?
Would you even want to know, and therefore would you want to buy this product? Do tell.
I’m so tired of people expecting life to be fair, or government to make it fair for them.
Allow me to say it like this, slowly–so you can follow the bouncing ball.
Wanting life to be fair or expecting equal out comes without much, if any personal efforts made. Is actually more like expecting the world to treat you fairly because you are good.
Which is like expecting the bull not to charge you when you’re waving that red flag, because you are a vegetarian.
Enjoy your day.
Being grateful doesn’t require much of you personally, but if you’re looking in the mirror and its troubling (like for a vampire) it’s a chore indeed. For me I try to make it a labor of loving life.
I’m grateful for these things…
1) a job
2) some money
With love, you may not have to search for all of these things too hard, but love can be a driving force behind all of these and more.
Having a job is just exchanging your time (a bit if your life) for money. So how much is your life worth? Are the things your buying for yourself worth the amount of “life” it’s costing you in exchange?
Sammy Hagar (a rock-N-roll star) had a song called “buying my way into heaven”. In the song he concluded correctly–that’s impossible! If a superficial rock star can draw those conclusions, why can’t we then? Maybe you have and I’m behind the curve?
If you have money from a job you can certainly use some of it just on yourself, but using some on others–ones you love, or people in need, certainly adds to self-growth, personal discipline, an improved attitude towards everything, making all else easier to let go of, what’s seems all too natural–Being selfish! If you have love for yourself–but choose to love others first (note that’s different to being selfish) you’ll find you will have more enjoyable working times, money, love, charity, as a result of loving yourself. Life becomes more enjoyable to live–seeing others un-expectantly brought to a comforting smile, as their worries are lifted. Or maybe un-expectantly charitable acts are returned to you by others. Some may call this karma. All of which are preferential to–only you against the world mantra / fending for yourself and only yourself. If that’s the way you feel, your job (if you have one) never is good enough–never pays enough, and in every situation the people you work with suck, it’s not the kind of work you would have chosen for yourself…but you needed to pay bills, so you took this stinking job! We’ve all been there, complaining our way to what we perceive to be heaven. You get the picture.
We need not live a life of extremes If only we take a look behind and beyond the mirrors reflection of self, how different this world would be? At least our little corner of it.
We wouldn’t buy ourselves something superficial, or treat ourselves with insubstantial or insignificant stuff, so why treat our jobs, money, charity, or our love, or how we make efforts in keeping all of that in that way? Honestly don’t we tend to do that? Treating self the best while treating other to some sliding rule of what we believe is good enough? With sliding rules we start building excuses don’t we?
We should try to love everyone as we love ourselves.