What do YOU have to lose?
I never wanted to get a tattoo because it felt too “permanent” – what if I change my mind next week? Then as time wore on I realized the amount of regret possible was shrinking. If I make it to 80, I’ll probably be covered in them. Nothing to lose. I’m not sure there is anything to gain either.
I often wonder why senior citizens are not wildly out of control. What is there to lose? Can’t they see the end of the road? The closer the end is, the less there is to lose.
The US is the only country that calls “Social Security” the right term “Social Security” – other countries call it by terms related to retirement or social assistance. The US term is the right one – Social Security keeps those in dire need from breaking bad and even assembling into a revolution; Social security keeps me from getting mugged when I go out. If you didn’t pay social security, hungry people will come out to mug you for food – hunger is a powerful force. Hunger taps directly into the most basic instinct of all: Survival. There are 3,095,693,981 base pairs inside every human that scream they want to survive.
When I was 17, everything was possible. Literally, everything. I had to choose. Every year I left behind doors I didn’t open. Doors I didn’t chose. Lives I didn’t live. Deaths I didn’t die. Girls I didn’t date. Things I didn’t do. Maybe that’s why I’m so fascinated by the movie Mr. Nobody – It has been over two years since I saw that movie and I still remember it daily. You mind tricks you into believing some of those choices are still available to you. You THINK the possibility is there. Your mind makes up stories of how you can somehow magically cheat the universe and get away with it all “if you really wanted” – You could quit smoking “if you really wanted” and meanwhile you won’t get cancer so you can wait, you could finish college “if you really wanted” and meanwhile your job doesn’t suck so bad.
I asked around why don’t poor seniors or people with terminal illnesses buy AK-47s and storm our banks and cause all sort of mayhem. Found a couple of explanations – Mostly about being unable to recover from a failed gamble. Somehow this isn’t convincing. Personally I have gotten more aggressive with time. One day I will understand… Or get an AK-47.