This all began with a touching testimony to fishing’s inspirational powers. It was gratifying indeed to see life coach Patrick Mathieu hail Michael Checcio‘s book Being, Nothingness, and Fly Fishing as giving him a new angle on fulfilling potential…
“Intrigued, I picked up the book and read the inside flap of the dust jacket. It mentions that in book’s introduction, the author, while writing about a particular river, wrote: “The North Umpqua makes me want to be a better fly fisherman.”…Have you ever felt this way about anything? Do you have any things in your life that make you want to be a better person?”
Had it stopped there, I’d have been left all warm and tingly. Unfortunately, Nosy Parker that I am, I had to scroll down to the end of the post, where not even the discovery that Mathieu’s website is called The Power of Mortality rang enough alarm bells to deter me from exploring further.
It’s not enough that our Patrick merely employs our pending appointment with the Grim Reaper to motivate us into making better use of what time remains. Oh no, that would have been far too lacking in theatre.
He has to graphically illustrate the fact. Check this baby out. Don’t scroll down right away. Just try to guess what the diagram represents.
It shows a blob for every month in the life of a 78-year-old.
If you’ve just screamed “No way are there enough blobs,” pull up a chair with the rest of us. I’m 49 and one month today. In Mathieu-speak, that’s 16 rows down, 13 blobs along.
The rest of my life is a sliver. And that’s if I even make 78.
I’d be inclined to send him packing at this point but for the diagram’s solitary redeeming feature: a cast-iron excuse to hit the water before fly fishing and being do indeed give way to nothingness.
If you’ve now got a taste for the whole fishing/existentialism thing, Patrick, I’m sure you can make something of this.