by Rob Gregory Browne
We don’t stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing.
Sometimes I forget this. I get so wrapped up in my career and my work that I forget to take a break and have a little play time. I don’t know about you, but even though my body gets older and my bones creak and my feet ache, I still feel eighteen inside, and playing should come naturally to me.
When I’m really feeling the strain, sometimes I just pick up my guitar and start strumming. Just like I did when I was a kid after I’d had my heart ripped out.
There’s nothing more soothing to the soul than music. Or to my soul, at least.
What do you do when just need to let go?
Thinking is the hardest work there is, which is the probable reason so few engage in it.
I don’t know what it is, but it seems to me that a whole of of people spend whole a lot of time reacting these days, and very little time thinking. Of course, Henry Ford said this several dozen years ago, so maybe things haven’t really changed all that much.
I guess I could often be accused of thinking too much. I’ve always got something on my mind, a book I’m writing, a personal problem, a family issue, a money issue…
So maybe it isn’t that people aren’t thinking, but that they have so much to think about that they just get overloaded and finally explode.
Cue the clowns.
THE FEAR INSIDE
Self-confidence is the first requisite to great undertakings.
LIFE AS WE KNOW IT
In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: It goes on.
I think a lot of us at Murderati have learned this the hard way over the last year. Despite our trials and tribulations, life keeps rolling along and we can either give up on it or try to keep up with it.
As John Lennon said, life is what happens while we’re busy making other plans. Ain’t that the truth?
When I was twenty years old, I had big, big dreams. I had no clue how I was actually going to achieve those dreams, but I had ’em, and I kept telling everyone I knew about them in hopes they’d get as enthusiastic as I was.
But of course they had dreams of their own. Some of them realized those dreams, but most of them, like me, just kept planning and planning as life went by in a rush around us.
A wife, two kids, several cats, a few dogs, a lot of rentals, a new house—now an old one. A strange city—now a familiar one.
Birthdays, graduations, vacations, illnesses, deaths, births, fights, kisses, hugs, smiles, laughter, and big doses of wine, cheese and chocolate. Oh, and sushi. Couldn’t have gone without the sushi.
And you know what? Fuck the plans. I wouldn’t trade one moment of my life—even the shitty stuff—to make any of those plans come to fruition.
I love the life I’ve led. Every moment of it. It has given me depth and character and a crapload of material for my books.
The one plan that finally worked out.
Yes, sushi is essential. ;P Enjoyed the read!
I love those quotes! The one about playing from George Bernard Shaw reminds me of what my dad used to say: Never stop learning. The day you stop learning is the day you grow old.
Thanks for the post!
I’m sure feeling that Frost quote. Thanks for a great post today.
Rob. I think you need this:
Anonymous — hilarious!
I think Stephen is going to get a sax one. You guys could start a band. Play at the Bcon reception in October. It would either get people to buy your books…….or throw themselves off the Bay Bridge.
I’ll take the Golden Gate Bridge instead. Because I dare to dream.
Rob – great post. There’s a name for people who try to convince everyone else that the work is great, that it’s the best book they’ll ever read. They’re called "publicists."
Hire yourself one, then just sit back and say, "Yeah, what she said."
No Silly……not throw YOURselves off!! Your AUDIENCE would throw THEMselves off. ; – }
But if you DO decide to throw yourself off something, the Golden Gate is the way to go. Better view.