I write to you on the eve of Friday March 27th in the year 2009, this 100th post.  It’s hard to believe that it’s already been 100 posts, and that there are hundreds more I thought of but never bothered to capture here.  If you’ve read some of my previous posts, you know I’m not big on milestones or celebrations of numbers that are trivial (for the most part).  Or really planned joyous celebrations of any type (see Birthdays, Weddings, Holidays, etc.). But I’ll indulge in reflecting on milestones and goals for the sake of the 100 posts that came before this, and the 100 that I assure you will follow.

Maybe it’s me fighting my nature, the to-do list planner? Maybe it’s me fighting social norms, my counter-culture inner-rebel? (Never been in an Abercrombie store (actually, there was once, but it wasn’t a big deal, and I didn’t buy anything), don’t even get me started on clothing catalogs where the models aren’t wearing clothes). Maybe it’s because I feel the energy we spend celebrating arbitrary things at planned times could be better spent celebrating meaningful things at random times?  Maybe I just like harder math that accompanies unplanned celebrations?

Last summer I was sitting in my aunt and uncles house in London, gathered with my family from all over, to celebrate the wedding of my cousin.  My uncle Neil asked me now that I had moved to Hawaii and had a job I was happy with, what my goals were.  I told him I had none.  He laughed nervously and thought I was being my normal sarcastic ass of a self (who could blame him really?), but upon inquiring further he began to see how serious I was.  I had/have no goals in the way that he (and most likely you) think of goals.

Over the course of an hour, I told him I was planning on buying a house, but it was not a goal, just a way to save money in the long run.  Up until my move to Hawaii I had set large umbrella goals from time to time as something to look forward to and to work towards, but I decided that when I moved here, I would give that up.  Counter to what my uncle believed/believes, and to what our society at this point-in-time leads us to believe, I believe that such long term goals can be a very bad and ultimately harmful habit.  When I reflected upon the goals that I had held previously, and the goals that my closest friends held dear (some could even say their dreams), I noticed that in many instances they were no longer helpful for me/my friends.

You see sometimes, we spend so long chasing our dreams or our goals that we forget why we are doing so.  We are so focused on not losing site of our dream or goal that we forget why we had set our sites as such in the first place.  I once wrote a fortune (to be placed in a whale) that said “If we spend too long chasing our dreams, by the time we catch them they’ll be tired.” I still stand by that fortune.  So often I find the people in my life so caught up in living for the end-goal, living for the finish line, that they won’t have lived at all until they get there (and by then they may be too numb to live at all).  I see it in the choices they make for ‘better health’ so that they can ‘live longer’ as if the quantity of years is an adequate replacement for the quality of the years. I see it in the choices they make to suffer through some inadequate existence for X amount of years, to get to the position that they ultimately believe they want to be in, only to get there and realize it’s just more of the same suffering for more money and none of which was worth the years they’ll regret not being able to relive or get back.

I realize goals and dreams have their place, but those are obvious as believing we should have them is the norm.  At certain times in our lives, we use dreams and goals to motivate one another (or ourselves) to work towards something we want.  I also realize that not everyone is in a place at their life where they feel they have everything they want (especially not at twenty-five).  I also want to re-itterate that I am a planner, and being a planner, I have planned for the long-term (financially, mentally, physically).  I just haven’t done so to the point that it has impeded on the present at all, and they aren’t dreams/goals or in the name of supporting a dream/goal (I never dreamed of having an IRA when I was growing up, and my IRA isn’t the financial scaffolding of my future dream-life).  So I told my uncle that for now, my goal is to not have any goals.  I used goals/dreams to get me to different points in my life, but I reject the idea that goals are a necessity to keep us motivated from day to day and week to week. I’m open to the possibilities of goals or dreams being a good thing in my life, but for now, my goal is to not have any goals.

For those of you colored unconvinced, I’ve crunched the numbers and the logic is sound.  Plus remember, you are reading this, so I must be doing something right.

So much of what I capture on this here blog is on the fly and in real time.  I don’t label each post ‘Live Blogging My Brain #’s 1-87′ because those are pretty boring and non-descriptive titles.  Also, not every single post of mine is on the fly, and using a naming convention that would occasionally be broken would only serve to wreak havoc on my OCD governed brain.

When I’m not in front of my computer and I have one of these moments where I am moved by a beat in a song, or a dust particle in front of my eye, my brain doesn’t particularly care to remember whether or not at the time of these synapse firings my fingers were working so diligently to capture their every nuance. It still happens just the same.  But if a tree falls in the my brain and my fingers aren’t there to capture it, does it make a blog post? I won’t bother using spoiler tags: It doesn’t.

Thus, for every blog post I do write, I’ve lost seven (statistical data pulled from studies done at the Institute of I Just Made This Number Up).  Which could be translated to only one day of your week is it worth getting out of bed.  Maybe not, I wasn’t always the best at maths.  Regardless, I just wrote a blog post about not writing blog posts. I know what you are thinking you trendy little hipster,  so ‘meta’ or ‘ironic’ or ‘funny’ or whatever incorrectly used cool word you wanna call it.

Where this post will end in the next two paragraphs, I never really know.  I don’t like to the know the endings of things before I read/watch them, and my own blog posts are no different.  I really do like them to be as big a mystery to me as they are to the reader.  Now here’s my breakaway.  If I’m busy doing other things when these moments occur, so much so that only 1/7 of them get captured accurately in real-time, then I must ask myself what I’m doing from day-to-day and minute-to-minute to allow for such a colossal loss of raw mental download.

And finally, here’s your takeaway. Sleep is overrated.  Sex is oversold.  Jobs are for losing. Dreams are for chasing.  Do way more of what you want to be doing. Do absolutely none of what you don’t want to be doing. You will never have enough money.  You will never have enough time. You will not get another chance.  You will only happen once.