When the incomparable B.B. King sang “The Thrill Is Gone” he was lamenting the loss of a love, not a life, but the latter certainly applies.
Remove the thrill from anything, whether it be an affair, a career, certainly a marriage, and it becomes not only mind-numbing but a burden we soon tire of carrying.
#44: The Thrill, Babay!
So how exactly does one put the thrill back into an existence? Bare knuckles street fighting against twelve hobos simultaneously? Chicken wrangling – Rocky style? Competitive blindfolded underwater basket weaving in an electrified pool?
The thrill of choice will depend entirely on your personal preferences (and tolerance for pain) and background. And yes, I realize I’m being general here; each of the reasons for living we’ve already covered can be considered a “thrill”, but a post doesn’t have to be long to be entertaining, right? I’ve made a similar argument to my wife hundreds of times and it didn’t fly with her either…
It’s important to acknowledge that becoming an adrenaline junkie can be perceived as a form of suicide but moderation is the key to everything, folks. Find something, anything, that gets that ole ticker of yours racing and embrace it. (Unless it’s your neighbor’s wife, of course) All you need is something to open your eyes to life’s beauty and to remind you that you only get one shot (that we know of) to live a full life.
See you in the lobby, friends…