Time wasted for no purpose other than to survive the moment until something better comes along?
What legacy will we leave? Will anyone remember? Will the world be a better place? Which is better, fame or infamy?
In one of the "Dune" novels, there was a Sword Master - Whitmore Bludd - who arranged the bloody massacre at Paul Atreides' wedding - his name was to have been forgotten, so he arranged to be remembered forever in infamy. Pride makes us do stupid shit, at least as stupid as envy, lust, gluttony and simple bone-headed foolishness.
So, who isn't pissing every night away? Young and foolish, or old and prideful? What do we value? What dreams do we chase? What do we do to achieve those dreams?
I think this blog shall be part of my legacy - not so much the writing itself, but the goal of getting people to use their fucking brains. Ripples on the pond. I touch you, you touch others, and perhaps the world changes just a little bit for the better.
I don't know. Maybe I just need a lager drink to drown the maudlin thoughts.