Ramanujan Redux

Sometimes I think we get phrases wrong.

Remember when we were kids? Wide-eyed? Wondrous of discovery and the backyard, of new things and new places? Then we get older, believe in burdening ourselves with reponsibility and shackling ourselves to the yolk of adult life? So we use phrases like “Live every moment like it’s your last one?” to get us through the day, to energize us to getting things done, to maintain the idea that we’re working hard in the face of our eternal damnation of expiration?

There’s a fatalist and depressing feeling to these sort of pronouncements, isn’t there?

Our first moments are the ones we should channel. Ones where we’re surrounded by playmates and family, where we’re able to freely experiment with what we want and find what stimulates us. Death may be a powerful motivation tool to keep us productive, but it leaves us grimmer, distraught, and morbid that it might close in us at any moment. Surround yourself with life and things will become easier for you. At least that’s how I feel complete.

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