“Life is too short to be anything but happy.”
I’m not sure who actually said this. I didn’t bother to Google the answer. But it’s one of those quotes I’ve seen floating around the interwebs forever – I’m sure it featured in my AOL Instant Messenger “away message”, typed out in a carefully selected font and color choice, naturally. (Can we just mourn for a moment the fact that entire generations will never get to experience the angst of the AIM?)
But I digress.
I like this sentiment. And in a perfect world, we’d all wake up every morning and decide to be happy and then BE happy. Because life’s too short. YOLO and all that, as the kids say. But we don’t live in a perfect world. This world is a bit bonkers and it can be terrible and terrifying and ridiculous. (I’ll refrain from calling out any names.) It’s full of heartache and heartbreak and the very worst examples of humanity.
But it’s also delightful and wondrous and magical. It’s full of love and happiness and the very best examples of humanity. We have Nutella and Netflix and occasional three-day weekends and Will Ferrell. And when you really stop to think about it…life is too short for a lot of things.
Life is too short to not use the unfollow button on Facebook. Listen. It’s your page, I get it. And I think you should get to post whatever crap you think is important. I’m doing the same. We can still be Facebook friends. But I thank the good Lord for giving Mark Zuckerberg the idea to introduce the “unfollow” option. Because sometimes… I.Don’t.Care. (SorryNotSorry)
Life is too short for uncomfortable underwear and skipping dessert and owning clothes that need ironing.
Life is too short to worry about the dust bunnies in the corners before opening up your home to friends. With the exception of maybe two people, there’s a 98% chance that everyone else I know has dust bunnies. And they’re JUST.DUST.BUNNIES. It’s not like my house is carrying the plague in which case I might say, yeah let’s not hang out here.
Life is too short to keep a record of every hurtful word said against you…especially when there are so MANY fun words to remember instead. Like Bumfuzzle (confuse, fluster), Collywobbles (a bellyache), and Callipygian (having shapely buttocks).
Life is too short to spend every night cooking dinner. Unless you like cooking dinner, in which case I know the address of an appreciative young woman who would be happy to take some of it off your hands. Or unless you have young offspring who rely on you for sustenance. (But even then…that’s why McDonald’s has Happy Meals. I’m not a mom so you should probably definitely get your parenting tips from me.) Sometimes dinner is popcorn and wine and pizza rolls and there ain’t nothing wrong with that.
Life is too short for bad coffee and bad company and bad manners.
Life is too short to believe that anyone is thinking about you as much as you’re thinking about yourself. On those nights when I’m obsessing over whether I said the wrong thing or did the wrong thing or sounded like an idiot or did something ridiculous, I assure myself there’s zero percent chance anyone else in the world at that moment is lying in bed and obsessing over me as much as I am. And that helps. And hurts a little, because deep down, even though we’ve never met, I hope James Franco is somewhere obsessing over me.
Life is too short to try to be everything to everyone. You are one person. Accept it and move on.
Life is too short to play board games “just for fun”. You’re either playing to win or you’re just wasting my time.
Life is too short for boring books and boring movies and boring conversations.
But most of all, life is too short to not extend an absurd amount of grace to others AND to ourselves, especially when it’s so freely given from The One who literally invented the concept. We are all (or most of us, anyway) trying our very hardest to find our footing. Sometimes we’re going to slip. And it’s so, SO much easier to pull yourself up when you’ve got a few extra sets of arms doing the heavy lifting. And then you, in turn, have the strength to pull someone else up. And so on and so forth.
Life’s too short, people. Decide what’s important. Forget the rest.