Thursday, October 16, 2025
I realize how hard it is to kick up your heels, to let it all go. You wonder, “Have I made it?” Or “Do I have it made?” Who gets to decide if one has “made it” or not? This metric seems flimsy. Oh, he’s got it made in the shade. Or, she’s really got it made. I want to know, what do you need to “have it made?”
I’ll tell you, it’s a tricky one though, this feeling of “having it made.” If you say out loud, “I’ve got it made,” someone is libel to want a piece of you. First, they’ll argue – “You don’t have it made.” But having it made is merely a claim. It’s self professed, like every other claim. Not many people want this name tag – “Hello, my name is ‘I have it made.’”
It seems like everyone is “making it.” That’s more like it. Billionaires keep “making it.” No one gets to be free. We’re all just trying to make it. No-one kicks up their heels, not even the glittering rich. No-one sits on a beach and sips piña coladas with “not a care in the world.” Where are these people, the one’s who have it made? Show me who. Even my 89-year-old millionaire friend worries herself to death about whether the world will ever make it.
Maybe the dead have “made it.” They have it made, honestly. They’re off the hook from this shitty life.
Is that what it means to have it made, to be unhooked from this shitty life? To be dead? In a way, yes it is. Dead to the idea that you’re making it, you have it made, or any variation thereof. You’re begotten, not made. Wean yourself off of the idea of making it. No more future? No more past? A virgin birth and life eternal. You finally made it. I was beginning to wonder if you ever would.