Five Minutes of Your Time

My lovely wife recently tried to convince me I should start making our bed all of the time when I am the last one up. HA! Fat flipping chance. I'm just going to unmake it to get back in it. Who are we trying to impress, each other? You're probably thinking "What's the big deal, Douchebag?".  Please, just give me five minutes of your time to explain myself...

Making a bed properly, without rushing, takes about five minutes. That is 1/288th of your day. Whoop de doo. Now if you make your bed everyday for forty years thats 72, 800 minutes or fifty days, almost two solid months! Over four months of workdays! If you died today and got wherever and were given two months to go back and take care of unfinished business or enjoy whatever earthly pleasures you could, would you want to be making your effing bed?

Everyone knows that time is relative. Five minutes can be the blink of an eye or an eternity. Good days whiz by, bad days drag on forever.

Its amazing what can be achieved in five minutes. Olympic records broken, presidents assassinated, dreams smashed, virginitys lost, babies born, wars declared, heroes made, promises kept, and opportunities missed.

When I was a kid, they had a a religious television program way too early in the morning called "Five Minutes To Live By". It was supposed to provide all of the food for thought and inspiration you needed for the day. I wonder how many people it actually carried through breakfast.

I vividly recall hearing about these old guys getting recognized for not missing a church service for over seventy years and thinking to myself, "WTF!? Yea, you win a Jesus cookie! Does that get you a special seat closer to The Throne when you get to Heaven?"

Its like the teacher that taught math for thirty years versus the teacher who taught math for a year, thirty times. Are we changing, evolving, living each day in the now? Someone once said, "Live each day as if it were your last, because some day it will." Turn off the Zombie mode and live.

Would you be eating Moonpies, slamming Mountain Dews, and spending ten hours a day typing one handed in front of your computer if you knew you would unmake your bed, get in it and never arise?

Five minutes matter, as does every minute. Get on you ass and ride a bike. Hug your kid. Run for office. Start a business. Write a short story. Take a class. Pick up a musical instrument. Learn another language. Put your watch and cellphone in a drawer and go for a walk.

Get off the computer for a while and go live life.