Live a perfect year and die?

"Some Days Are Diamond, Some Days Are Stone", These Words Of Wisdom

Have Worked For Me For ** Years, Im'a Gunna Stick With Them, Thanks All The Same...



Cheers Glen.

 

I think this year would have to be conditioned by plausibility and probability, so no walking into the Whitehouse and tossing POTUS would not be one of those.

I would say plausible happenings would include things like winning a big lottery,finding expensive treasure, etc.

So, suddenly acquiring vast wealth would probably be the sine qua non of this deal, from which would flow the travel, sex with supermodels and VIP treatment, etc.

Funny how those of us who said yes all included travel as one of their primary objectives.

 

It seems that the definition of perfection is excessively seated in impermanent things- at least from my vantage point. From an "end all suffering" standpoint my philosophy doesn't make much sense but I find myself believing that in order to fully appreciate the good things we must experience suffering in some measure. To me there is no perfect "final year" as the concept of its finality erodes its perfection. We're geared to survive and knowing that a condition of the perfect year is that life as I know it would cease would prevent me from accepting the "offer".

I suppose that a valid point might be that knowing my imminent demise is a point of suffering but it would not enhance the perfection of the final year- to the contrary it would illuminate the shallowness of it all. The mountains of gold I might wish myself into would not glitter quite as brightly... the sycophantic tyrant in me would gloat a little less over the suffering inflicted on the minions I'd terrorize- the sense- the illusion that the power and riches are perpetual is what adds that extra factor.. akin to the quest- it's the GETTING and not the having that is the high- and it's very short lived... like the effect of a drug. The more often the high is experienced the less of a high it becomes- so it would follow that an endless stream of cash would itself become boring after some time- probably not all that much time either.

I'm currently getting my head around just how deeply conditioned I am by this toxic game called life as it is in the industrialized first world... that there's still a significant facet of who I have become that would pause at such an offer in order to itemize an as yet to be realized pile of gold or the depth of power yet to be seized without pausing to comprehend its profoundly shallow nature. My time, like everyone else's time is finite. From a spiritual path perspective if I immerse myself in the shallow concepts of material gain then I will have profoundly wasted my opportunity- in whatever manner or form it was to take. I'd like to think that If I were facing my imminent physical demise I'd be reflecting on my post incarnate journey. In that light all these things that even now I immerse myself into are pointless- every bit as pointless as the mountain of gold and possessions I might wish for in my final year.

By most peoples perspective of what a perfect life is, I'm incapable of fully "appreciating" it. To me part of the value of life is the not knowing when the end is to come. We define who we really are by what our priorities are when we're not under some sort of duress... so I'd rather not wait for a death sentence to pursue what I believe is an ideal life. Possessions and power are burdens- attachments that are not going to follow me into death. If I had a mountain of wealth who am I to curse by leaving it to?

Perhaps I'd start that final year by immediately transferring all I had to my worst enemy so that I could witness their almost certain self destruction instigated by my "gift"... but in doing so I'd doom myself.

 

No! I cannot come up with one single reason why I would want to live just one more year no matter what the incentive. I don't really crave anything so the year would probably pass with me pretty much living the same life, doing the same things etc.

 

No. There is no such thing as perfect, and besides, I can lay out my year exactly as I please anyways, within the laws of physics. All pleasures and joys that are available to us in this world are right there for the taking as it is, no need for a magic genie to grant you a wish. The only thing currently limiting you from living your "perfect year," year after year, is yourself.

 

I travel the world having sex with models now.

 

i dont really like the idea of living only one year (as perfect as it can be) and dying... but, to be honest, id probably remember that i refused the chance to have a perfect year... haha

if i had the chance to pick one of them and then forgetting about it (so if i pick the perfect year i dont worry about ... dying, and if i pick normal life i wont regret it), id totally flip a coin to decide it! hahah

 

I would never settle for just one perfect year. what would I learn? Nothing. You have to earn what you have to really be able to enjoy it and understand what it truly means.

You have to hurt to know the joys of true love.

You have to feel the pains of hunger to enjoy the taste of food.

You have to experience someones death to understand just how precious life is.

I would rather live a long life and experience all there is good and bad than have just one perfect year.

 

hell yeah I'd take the perfect year. my standards for perfection are extremely high though

 

I could give that to you, and you wouldn't even have to die

 

Think about what most of our adult lives are: working soul killing jobs, fulfilling family obligations, paying bills, getting older, facing a slow decline of our bodies.

Don't give me any crap about life is what you make it. For most of us the imperative to fuck got us into relationships, which resulted in kids, which resulted in taking jobs to support our families and then a million disappointments and compromises. Maybe 1% of us or less live actualized existences where we live out our dreams or find true love.

For many of us we really only feel alive on weekends or vacations. A perfect year would equal 25 years of vacation time. In 25 years I'll be in my mid 70's. My dad died at 71, my grandpa at 80. Why not enjoy that time while I can still walk and fuck?

I think I would do it. My year would be split in two with July 1st being the midpoint. The 1st half of the year would be running away from my family and my past, six months of exotic locations and sexual depravity, starting in Pasadena, CA watching the Rose Bowl then spending a week having sex with porn stars before moving to Hawaii, Tokyo, Shanghai, Hong Kong, Vietnam, Singapore, India, Israel, Italy, Spain, France, the UK and Ireland.

The 2nd half would be returning home to family, about memories, traditions, favorite foods and familiar places. It would be about Chicago, Boston & NYC with time spent on Cape Cod, in Maine and Vermont, games at Fenway and Wrigley and a trip to Texas in November to commune with JFK's spirit and eat lots of Tex-Mex and BBQ. December would be at home, celebrating my birthday and Christmas with my wife and kids. There would be lots of food and football. The year would end in the middle of Times Square in a sea of humanity.

 

With all due respect to William Bendix, I’d rather spend 100 years living in boredom rather than spend 1 year Living the Life of Riley

Hotwater

 

No

 

I find happiness in the fact that I could potentially die at any moment. This is where most of my drive to enjoy life comes from, in fact. It encourages me to appreciate every moment.

Knowing the exact moment I am going to keel over would ruin that for me.

 

You’re right the countdown would begin the moment the contract was sealed ….. 365 days, 364, 363,…..

You couldn’t enjoy the good life if you were constantly reminded of your impending mortality

Hotwater

 

yeah, but this deal involves sex with supermodels.

how about the worst year possible, immediately followed by the perfect year?

 

manikins do not count.

 

I think I have already had the worst year ever several years ago.

 

Mannequins don't recite the alphabet either...

 

this is shitty