Sep. 24, 2017
“We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.” – Henry Charles Bukowski
Have you read his work? It’s insane, and I mean that as literally as I do figuratively.
Charles Bukowski was a violent, suicidal alcoholic, but his insanity translated into beautiful discoveries of life. Sure, most of his thoughts aren’t popular with most people, but in my opinion the writers who have yet to breakdown the barriers of their mind and tap into the complete chaos of the instability inside us all are the ones who are falling behind.
He wasn’t afraid to be different. Bukowski had nothing to lose, so he put it all on the line, and that’s what makes his mind so intriguing.
To put everything on the line… could you? Would you risk the world still gossiping about you several years after you’d been put to rest?
You should. Charles Bukowski’s most inspiring quality in his writing is that it forces people to think. He holds such venom in his pen that readers are in shock. Did he truly just say that? Why would he say that? How do I feel about that?
He forced people to feel. He still does even after death! To leave an impact so substantial, well I’m assuming that’s the dream, isn’t it? To live on after death?
However, in order to do so you have to take this gigantic leap over a river. The river is 500 feet down below. It’s also polluted by boulders carved into large spears by the brutal stream.
Oh, and there’s nowhere to land on the other side.
That’s the risk it takes. To know how awfully you could fail, to have no idea what is waiting on the other side if you do by some grace of God make it, but to sprint so hard you pull every muscle in your legs and then jump.
For a moment, it will be so freeing. The feeling of chasing your dream; it’s like a drug. You chase it with everything inside you, and you risk generations of people who will never truly know you cursing your name.
On the other hand, that’s just if you make it. There’s also the chance of slamming against the rough current. The chance of drowning. The chance of grinding your teeth together, digging your fingernails deep into the rock, and destroying yourself to get back to the top just to risk it all again.
Is it worth it?
Well it wouldn’t be a worthy dream if it wasn’t worth risking everything. What a boring life to simply step across a puddle and look at that, you’re still in the safety of your driveway.
That’s not the kind of life you were created for. No matter what religion you are, or even if you’re none at all, you have a purpose. For God, for the universe, for science, or even just for yourself. I mean, you’re here, aren’t you? There’s something you’re passionate about. Go do something about it. Do something life changing even if you misplace your rationality in the process.
Because if you do reach the unknown, then you’ve crossed into an entirely new dimension. Bound tightly inside the back of your eyelids is a whole new dream for when you accomplish this one. Don’t let it rot away.
I like to believe that woven into each heart is the desire to make the world a better place.
It’s a naive way to think, I know, but if I attempt to grasp the idea of awful people simple being awful people I’ll go positively insane. I’m not too keen on the possibility of that quite yet.
Anyway, Henry Charles Bukowski had been chased by grief, hatred, depression, and just plain darkness. He was chased to the edge of the cliff and that’s what it took to force him to take that leap of faith.
Don’t push away your purpose to the point where you’ve destroyed yourself and your life altogether for nothing. You demolish anything and everything you breathe on because you’re refusing yourself the gamble at extraordinary bliss. There is no true happiness to be found in a place of self-doubt and self-loathing. Especially when you take your anger at yourself for being a coward, and you stab anyone who meets your eyes. A modern day Medusa in a way.
Don’t procrastinate either. Having every intention of doing something, but knowing you won’t is just as bad as purposefully denying it. You’re going to ‘wait until tomorrow’? Then, when you finally do feel the smooth trophy of success in your torn, calloused hands, your thoughts will wander astray to the ‘what if’s’, and that is a deadly mindset.
The same mindset you’d have if you just never took the leap at all with similar questions and regrets.
Therefore, live for now, and go absolutely insane and risk absolutely everything in order to be alive long after you’ve passed on.
Song recommendation for this theme of risking everything to live life to the fullest: Love With Your Life by Hollyn
She’s my favorite solo artist, so I’ll be crossing my fingers for you to love her as much as I do!
Life can be messy. Thank God I have my faith and my pencil.