So I was thinking...

I forget how to do this. I suppose my typical equation is

1. Say something about the Cavs
B. Put up some related picture
C. Add a song
4. Tell people on Facebook, hoping someone actually reads it. Lame.

Tonight was our first game of rec league basketball. You know, the type of league that old men who are severely out of shape but still want to act like they are athletic play in? We lost. But bigger than that, it made me realize that it is just another example of my life becoming comfortable and midwest like. I have a job that I am mostly satisfied with, but is it really making me happy? I have an apartment but it forces me to always be money conscious and I never really get anywhere with saving or working towards a goal. I drive an average older car, that works just fine but is easily replaceable. I guess none of these things matter, but I have just been thinking about life.

What. Is. The. Point?

I can promise you 100% that I do not know the answer. I'm pretty sure the only definite is that it is different for everyone. But I know for myself that it is (for good reason) the one question that takes up the majority of my free thoughts. Why do I work 50-60 hours a week just to come home to not have the energy to enjoy it? Why do I live in Cleveland, Ohio when there are so many other amazing places in the world? Why do I question any of these things when I COULD just be happy with my life the way it is, and just enjoy it for what it is?

I have always been someone who is enamored with the unknown. In my head there is always something better, newer, more exciting or enjoyable than what I have currently. It has greatly affected every aspect of my life, and not typically in a good way. But I am at the point where I can't deny this fact and I don't think that it will change. I have, more or less, what a lot of people would say is a great life, and yet I am sitting here with little satisfaction. But there are a few things that I DO know.

I know that the point of life has nothing to do with material things. I will not be the old man finally realizing that when he is on his death bed. I love shoes (as you all know), but if they were taken from me tomorrow it would not be the end of the world.

I know the point of life is not defined by where you are or what you are doing. Well, maybe if I was the whale keeper at Sea World I would feel differently; but that's irrelevant.

I know the point of life is different for everyone. What makes you happy doesn't do a thing for me and vice versa. It is all about the personal journey towards whatever your individual passion may be.

And finally and most importantly, I DO know that life's greatest joy comes from interaction with other people. Learning from them. Teaching them. Laughing with them. Sharing memories with them. Without other people no one's life would have any meaning. Traveling the world would be pointless if no one was there to share it. I think that I am extremely blessed with this most important aspect of life and I know that. The people surrounding me are what make the days worth living. Thank you to all of you.

I feel like I have a decent outlook on all of this, and yet I find myself wondering on a daily basis why I continue. So starting tomorrow my goal is to ask one person each day what they think the point of living is. Family, friends, coworkers, strangers... if everyone has a different reason, than everyone can give different insight. People are my key to happiness, so finding out their individual motivations may be the beginning to my own personal happiness. If you know yours feel free to leave it as a comment or message. (Yeah I know, it's next to impossible to figure out how to comment!!) Orrrrrr, gimme a call or text and let me know 216.262.5622. I am going to write down everyone's answers and periodically post them on my blog. Hopefully it can help me, and you, realize why we do what we do.

And per usual, a random song to end my what sometimes seems like endless rant.



And yes, Wally stiiiiiiill sucks...