Defy Entropy

 

I am out of control.

There you go. Admitting it is always the hardest part.

Lately, it’s like I’ve been possessed by some kind of lust demon. I know what you’re thinking.

Alex… we know this.

It’s like like I’m 13 again, and my cells have been hijacked by nano-robots with one and only one directive: to get me laid.

If we are going to regain control over ourselves, the first step is always to ask, what am I avoiding in my life right now, and then go do something about it.

Oftentimes, what’s presenting as the issue is not the real issue. Not getting laid isn’t the root problem; it’s that my life feels off track, aimless. And this leads us nicely to the concept of entropy.

Entropy: a gradual decline into disorder.

The entire UNIVERSE is devolving. Our bodies are headed towards decay. You can work out all you want, but you can’t avoid the inevitable. (For all the yoginis out there, sorry.)

Astrophysicists say that billions of years from now all of the lights in the Universe will go out. The Universe will go dark.

Let that sink in for a moment.

It’s a natural progression. And, yet, we humans have an interesting habit of defying the law of entropy. Indeed, we fight it. By creating order amongst the chaos in our lives, we can slow our fall into the abyss.

My life definitely resembles the principle of entropy. First, my room gets messy. Then, the dishes don’t get put away. Next, my exercise routine goes by the wayside. I start sleeping in. Only then do my carnal desires take me as their prisoner.

But it’s funny–if I can just get to the shower and put on a fresh pair of boxers, the oppressive cloud of entropy begins to lift. Then, I get motivated to put my dirty clothes in the hamper. I start to organize my room, and before you know it, I’m even stretching my body.

It’s that initial act of doing something–ANYTHING–to defy entropy that can turn back the merciless tide.

Do something.

Clean your room. Go for a walk. Get offline. Whatever.

Defy entropy.

Perhaps, just realizing that entropy is always working against us is a good first step. If you’re feeling lost or like a worthless bag of shit, remember: your very existence entails going up against one of the fundamental laws of the Universe.

I hope that brings you some solace the next time you’re feeling down. The odds are stacked against us. But there is one thing we can always ask: how can I live this stretch of time when my body still functions and when the lights are still on?

Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

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Artwork by Will Lull

Poem from, Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night, by Dylan Thomas