In keeping with my theme the last few weeks, you know this title piqued my interest - The Future Will Be Quiet
. Here’s hoping this is true. I’m recovering from my latest volleyball tournament weekend. Oh! The Whistles!
Good news from NPR! - there is no Midlife Crisis
. Tell that to my Bald Eagle chest tattoo. But I think I have 24 hours to return the Corvette.
Even though there may be no midlife crisis, that doesn’t invalidate any thoughts you may have about feeling stuck professionally. I’m pointing you to this piece in The Atlantic Monthly that argues that a mid-life career change is chock full of possible benefits
. Me? I want a hot-dog cart. I think I could be happy selling dogs outside in the sun, reading a book. What’s your hot dog cart?
Came upon this clip wherein Viktor Frankl explains how to find meaning in life
. If you’ve not spent time with Frankl’s Man’s Search for Meaning
, then you probably need to cancel your weekend plans and dive in. Hopefully the video will whet your appetite.
I’ve pointed you to a bunch of books, but this week I’m excited about a play by Tom Stoppard, The Hard Problem
. It explores some interesting concepts like evolutionary biology in Stoppard-style. It’s a difficult, fun, quick read. (I think more people would enjoy reading plays if they gave it a shot. I started early - reading Neil Simon plays and doing scenes from stuff like The Star-Spangled Girl
with my friends. I may have done them by myself - memory fades. Either way, I killed.) Stoppard wrote one of my all time favorites, Rosenkrantz and Guildenstern are Dead
. There’s a great film version with Gary Oldman and Tim Roth. Check out this scene and if you don’t laugh we can’t be friends
. Here’s Rosenkrantz musing on the silliness of fearing death:
It’s silly to be depressed by it. I mean one thinks of it like being alive in a box, one keeps forgetting to take into account the fact that one is dead…which should make all the difference…shouldn’t it? I mean, you’d never know you were in the box, would you? It would be just like being asleep in a box. Not that I’d like to sleep in a box, mind you, not without any air – you’d wake up dead, for a start, and then where would you be? Apart from inside a box.
It’s Friday, friends! I am (we are) still alive! Outside the Box!