Two Choices

You have two choices in this blog post.

1) Live into your old age as an average joe, doing nothing of any real notiable merit that would make you famous.
2) Die in your early twenties, but be insanely famous. People would know your name 2,000 years from now.

I choose 2.

Choice 1 has many compelling arguments - wisdom, experience, the joy of children and, well, life in all the inherant generality of the word. But I don't think age gauruntees happiness or wisdom. I don't think extra time carries meaning unless you do something with it. And I want to do something with my time. It not that I want wild fame - but I want to lead something, make something, do something important that changes my world, city, or town. And I think an average joe would do that.

Choice 2 means that I DID something - something hopefully good that can teach others and affect them. I choose two out of faith that what I did was good - I wouldn't want to be remembered as an evil person - but if I did something stupid, that would work because the lesson would be positive. (Don't do what that fool Will Slack did 1,500 years ago.)

Dying at an early age is not a crime, though its often the result of one. I make my choice based on the life I want, not the death I want. Choice 1 limits my life, and Choice two limits its span. And I care more about content then length.