Getting Beyond Jimmy Buffett

How does the recent death of singer Jimmy Buffett impact your life?

“It’s important to have as much fun as possible while we’re here. It balances out the the times when the minefields of life explodes.“ (Jimmy Buffett)

I am “all in” for seeking happy times as anyone I suppose. Yet it’s not like life’s been “wasted away in “Margaritaville” as Jimmy Buffett once lyricized in this legendary singalong song. To clarify further, I am definitely moving on in my life from expecting external gratification by way of “booze”, babes”, and “beaches” as Mr. Buffett so vividly bombarded his fans with throughout his long musical career. Have a listen for yourself about Jimmy’s thoughts of such self indulgence in the link below.

https://youtu.be/ON6LBvWyPfY?si=YHwaOPdB3SHskj7K

 

I further reason that Jimmy’s “easy” life” theme seems to fit in well with those compulsive narcissists who feel entitled to do whatever they want on a grandiose scale. Yet I also wonder what point it really makes for a society that glorifies simply “hanging out” along a sunny beach clad in a Buffett like Hawaiian shirt and baseball hat to “kill time”? For I’ve recently found such mindfully “yin” experiences as yoga, meditation, and calming “New Age” music” as much better ways to please myself in lieu of such “yang” materialistic pleasures.

Perhaps I’m merely a victim of being “out of touch” with Jimmy Buffett’s “cool” mystique which definitely thrives throughout my home region of South Florida. In this regard, I think of those “snowbird” tourist hordes who flock to his ritzy” Margaritaville Resort complex so prominently situated along the Hollywood Beach shoreline. I also wonder why so many of them I observe seem so frantically willing to book there perhaps an overpriced charter boat ride, a risky jet ski glide or a buggy beach canopy shade. Yet I choose instead more sedate options at little or no cost by taking time to just silently observe my beautiful Atlantic Ocean surroundings along this city’s famous boardwalk corridor. Furthermore, would it make good sense for this restlessly curious traveler to bother cruising out of Fort Lauderdale as so many of these Northerners do to just sit for long periods of idle time in Buffett “beach bum” style along the ship’s top deck to merely “soak up” a tan?

In spite of our differences, I sincerely hope Jimmy Buffett finds his fantasy utopia in the sky. For I envision him happily strumming his guitar somewhere above amid the heavenly hereafter. Such wishes definitely inspire optimism that there’s plenty of time for me as well some day in the afterlife to find enhanced happiness on my own terms. So enjoy your next “cheeseburger in paradise” Jimmy and sleep well.