“The world is like a smorgasbord and your life is like a plate of food,” I said. “You need not put everything you see on your plate, only what you need.”
“Oh, but wouldn’t life be so wonderful if we didn’t have to ever worry about hunger, sleep, or staying warm?” said pretty much everyone ever.
“Wouldn’t life be so grand if I didn’t have to do anything but write?” said lots and lots and lots of unpublished authors.
We all desire lives of splendor, relaxing, eating whatever we want, musing, writing, and we all have differing views on what splendor looks like. But, if we wish to live happy, healthy lives, we must for forward and live life. Why must we cast aside the idea of an existence made of pleasure and personal preference? Because life is a gift. Most of us are thankful for that gift. And we humans communicate thankfulness most effectively by our mere use of a gift. Life is a wonderful gift. The trade-off is that life is also only a rental gift. It ends. What makes life such a meaningful gift is that at one point it expires. What makes life meaningful is death.
I knew a teacher once that quoted someone famous whom I cannot recall, but this famous person said: “The most beautiful part of a picture is the frame.”
Death comes. It’s coming right now. You’re closer to death now than when you first started reading this post. Sorry to be so frank about it, but that’s the way it is. And if you care about the fact that your life will end one day, if you accept the fact that death will not wait for you to finish all that you desire to do in life, if you acknowledge that death doesn’t care when it shows up, if you admit that your time is limited and that every choice adds up to something whether it seems like it or not, if you can do all that, you can live a healthy life.
As a college freshman, life comes to demand more of oneself. Unless one would rather stay in a continual rut of failing and retaking courses and never getting out of that rut while steadily making it deeper, one needs to step up and meet all the needs of life.
The fact that death will eventually cut us off mid-sentence if we’re not careful, makes it obvious something must be done. One thing that mustn’t be done is one must not freak out and try to do everything all at once. Remember, “You need not put everything you see on your plate, only what you need.” How does one go about putting only what one needs on one’s plate? Well, I am currently in the process of applying some lessons to my life I’ve been learning these past few months and I’d like to share them with you today.
Think of life, as I said above, like a smorgasbord. I’ve got plenty of options. There’s stuff I know I don’t want, there’s stuff I know I want, and there’s stuff I know I need in order to be healthy. Turns out, a considerable amount of the stuff I know I don’t want is the stuff I know I need in order to be healthy.
In some way, shape, or form, a life of extremes will kill you. So, listen to me when I say you need variety on your plate. No, you don’t need every kind of health food out there just because it would be good for you. Who knows, what if some kind of health food is only health food for some people but not for you? Some people also have diets, allergies, or some other inhibition to some foods and some people may need more of a certain type of food than the usual for a “normal” person. Never forget – everybody’s different. Don’t believe anybody if they tell you otherwise.
So, start your plate off with two or three, maybe four, healthy dishes but certainly leave a little room for the fun stuff.
Since life necessities are subjective, I’ll let you decide what are non-negotiables for you. But the basics that we all need are heat, food, and sleep.
Living with one’s parents is not unhealthy. But at the same time, not going to the extent of striving to make a life outside of one’s parents’ home is unhealthy. So, that means the idea of a healthy life comes from providing all of one’s needs for oneself. Thus, you need a job that will provide you the money that will provide you the domicile you need in order to stay warm, feed yourself, and get proper rest. In addition, there are plenty of other ideas you may have of what you want to do with your life. But that’s subjective and I’m not talking subjective necessities.
As “The Best Way to Fit Writing Into a Full-Time Life” is the title of this post, my advice is structured towards writers.
I’ll use myself as the example. I am a writer. That means, as you may deduce, I need time to write. Writers tend not to behave normally if they aren’t writing. For writers, the act of writing is practically a biological need. It’s natural, it’s essential, and to reject the act of writing is to toy with mental suicide. The problem is that it is almost such a slight detail, that it is almost not there to be noticed at all.
As a writer, I need time to write. As to what this post concerns, I am looking to find time squeeze writing in. As much as I would like to sit around writing all day, I have simply implemented a tactic for incorporating writing into my busy schedule.
Studying is not to be done in extensive lengths of time at a time if it is to be done in a healthful way. Thus, I break studying sessions up into shorter pieces of time. So, one subject gets one or two twenty-minute study sessions, another subject gets another one or two twenty-minute study sessions, and so on. What I have simply done is I have made plenty of those twenty-minute sessions dedicated to writing and ventures of the like.
See how these twenty-minute sessions resemble small bites of intermixed flavors?
So, now, I’ve got college time and writing time on my plate, taking small bites from each, each taking turns on my fork and in my mouth.
I’m also making valuable moves by only getting one or a max of two books from the library and other similar moves as well. My time is limited and therefore is valuable. So, I can’t be wasting it with piled-up heaps of things I’m telling myself I’m going to do. Part of making room on your plate for the stuff you really need is being wise in the first place about what you put on it.
After having made room, you need to maximize the space you’re using by actually eating what you’ve put on your plate.
This is where the rubber meets the road. Or… the proverbial fork hits the proverbial food.
At times in life, there might be only one and maybe two options at the buffet to choose from. Nevertheless, take care of yourself and get what you need in order to survive physically and mentally on your plate.
And that’s a lesson for all writers… ‘cludin’ meself.