Living a Dynamic Life

I feel like life is too often lived flatly. It’s as if God, bored of all our antics, has stopped trying to make our lives anything more than barely bearable. I can imagine him, a great bearded man, sitting atop his fluffy clouds somewhere beyond the stars. He sits at a grand piano, his eyes sunken and his face devoid of feeling. He is performing the symphony of existence, but no matter how ethereal or brooding it gets; how rapid or plodding; how intricate or simplistic; it all sounds the same, for he plays without dynamics.

That’s how everybody seems to feel. Our lives are all so boring and unengaging. We wake up with the same apathy that we go to sleep with. Never do we get swept up in grandiosity or get crushed when the rolling waves of life inevitably crash down upon us. We just shrug and slug through it without a drop of interest. We’re marvelous men and wondrous women; not a bunch of zombies who simply live to consume. So why can’t we act like it? Why can’t we shake off our apathy and make something of our lives?

It is because we let our lives lack dynamics. Everybody seems grey. Even when the skies are a shimmering blue or an inky black, we still seem grey. Even when gorgeous flowers of all colors spring up in the fields or monstrous fires bathe the landscapes in orange, we still seem grey. Nothing affects us. Nothing sweeps us off of our feet and leaves us captivated by the moment. We live in a society that praises uncaringness and scolds emotion — where we dull our senses and medicate our minds in our unending attempts to fit in. To feel…