What’s a good life for me?
I’ve been using #lifeisgood hashtag on Twitter for years. But when a friend asked me to discuss what it means to me, especially in the context of my digital life, I’m not sure what I can say to that.
Life is good when you can work, and do your work well. To love what you do with your work, to the point that it no longer feels like working. I haven’t reached this stage. I’m still in that I’m-doing-well-with-my-work, doing what I can do best in terms of what’s expected of me in my line of work. I make good money, my career is moving upwards, I get noticed by important people in the company and in the industry. Sometimes, I can go home on time, or probably around 7 or 8 pm, which is fine considering my workload. If the work is too much to handle and I have to stay up late in the office, I don’t really mind, because it is something that is somewhat given, something that is expected from people working in this industry, the communications industry.
Photo by @grolano.
Life is good because although I’m busy and can rarely see and meet my friends, I can still keep in touch with them, update myself on what my friends are doing. I am never completely out of the loop. If I can finally meet them after a month or two, which is good, it’s as if we’ve just met yesterday. The things me and my friends talked about, it’s like we hang out all the time. Yes, some jokes kept on being retold, some topics continued to pop up in every conversation, but these are anchors in our relationship. These are the things we cherish. The memories, the lame jokes, the same references, the old old old stories that kept being told on and on and on and on again.
Life is good because now, more than ever, I get to travel more often. Not somewhere fancy. But who needs fancy places? It’s the idea of moving when you need to move, when you no longer can stand the thought of staying at the same place. When the air that you breathe feels like iron, the steps you take day in day out don’t take you anywhere. It’s good when you can finally make plans to disappear once a month, to become someone else, or still be you but hopefully a more interesting version of you. It’s good because you will lose yourself and go back, maybe not renewed, but recharged. Because these journeys will leave your mind clean and ready to be polluted again by the city you love to hate.
Life is good because every now and then you can sit down in a coffee shop sipping an over-priced hazelnut latte, browsing through a mundane list of unimportant things that somehow you need to look at again and again and again. It’s good because all these acts make you feel whole and empty on and on again. You throw away those dying cells in your soul and renew your thoughts, your existence, and in the process of that you continue to recreate yourself.
Maybe not into someone new but into someone that is you.
Life is good because although you can’t really write, you get to exercise your writing muscles by typing furiously on your office-issued laptop, or when you feel like it, to pour your heart out into your lovely white MacBook because hell yeah everyone knows an Apple product has a soul and it can understand what you’re saying without you having to utter a word. It’s good because when you need to, you can always buy an expensive Moleskine notebook, and sit down in an obscure coffee shop in an upscale shopping mall or a laid-back cafe by the beach somewhere far but not too far away and scribble your life away like dear old Hemingway.
It’s good because you know what doesn’t kill you will kill you anyway and that’s the way life works. So you feel content, in line with the universe, with the good and the bad elements that make up life as you know it. As told by people who claimed to know it.
Life is good because you can finally think of buying that Feist concert ticket, any ticket, that used to be too expensive. It’s good because yes it’s all materialistic but who would deny how fulfilling it can be? It’s good because you can always say it’s good, and confirm it publicly, and be sure that it really is good because you are brave enough to say it out loud.
It’s good because let’s face it, it is because you said so. It’s good, because I told you it’s good. And a cute little hashtag, #lifeisgood, is all that it takes for you to believe in it.