I’m in a serious, reflective mood tonight.
I was inspired by a speech I saw. In case you’ve been under a rock today, may I be the first to tell you that the world has lost an inspirational human being who had much to teach and not enough time to do it in.
Dr. Randy Pausch died yesterday, July 25th, 2008. He only became well known after he found out he was dying. He was asked by Carnegie Mellon University to deliver a Last Lecture. You can find that lecture here:
Clear an hour and 16 minutes from your schedule and watch this video.
I will guarantee you that I will never have that much poise and grace, humility and general ‘pulled togetherness’ when my day comes. What he actually says affected me much less than the between-the-lines stuff. The way in which he said it. The way in which he chose to deal with it.
It made me stop and think, which I think was his intended purpose. At least, that’s what I took away from it. I believe that when you are dying, you will not regret what you have done, but instead what you haven’t (as the old cliche goes).
There’s been something I’ve been wanting to do for a while now. After a few tears and a newly gained respect for this individual, I’m going ahead with it. Yes, I am motivated by fear. Fear that I will one day think that I shoulda, woulda, coulda.
On my blogoversary post, I mentioned that I often have things to write but don’t feel comfortable putting them here, since they don’t fit my general ‘theme’. Now, this blog is VERY true to who I am. I really am snarky, sarcastic and blunt, good bad or otherwise, it is what it is.
But there’s another HUGE part of me that doesn’t fit into that. The part of me that was affected by my childhood and subsequent occurrences, illnesses and repercussions. I’ve decided I want to share those experiences in a different venue. It’s here, if you care to see it. You don’t have to. I just thought that since I share all sorts of other embarassing shit about myself on here, I may as well throw that one into the pot too. I value transparency and honesty and I’d be a hypocrite if I didn’t share it.
And that’s all I have to say about that for now.
Really though. Go watch the video. Take from it what he doesn’t say, or take whatever you will from it. I was fine until the very last line, which killed me and required some kleenex. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Thank you, Dr. Pausch. Rest in Peace.