It’s time to face facts. You are going to die.
I am going to die.
We are all going to die.
You can’t have life with out death. It is just that simple.
Take a moment and really let it sink in.
You are going to die one day.
I’m not trying to bum you out, so put your happy pants back on. I’m just stating a fact that we like to ignore.
Don’t believe me? How many hours did you sit on your butt and watch TV this week? If I had to guess, I bet you even ate a bunch of crap in front of the TV while you were sitting on the couch wondering how your ass got to be so big. How often did you loose your temper over small stuff that doesn’t matter? Did you yell at someone you love? How about french fries, pizza or tacos? Did you hit the drive-thru this week? Hours wasted on the inter-webs?
Chances are you did at least one of these things, if not more. Why? Because we are arrogant sons-a-bitches that walk around thinking we are immortal and “that day” will never come, and when it does, it will be a long, long, long. long time from now.
Maybe it will.
Maybe it won’t.
One way or the other your ass is gonna be dead as fucking fried chicken.
One way or the other we will all die and the level of “fucked-upedness” you experience is going to be directly proportionate to how you lived in all the days that proceeded your death day.
I don’t know about you, but I want the life flashing before my eyes to be one hell of a highlight reel.
And if I had to guess, you do too.
So now that I have your attention and maybe, just maybe you realize how freaking precious your life is, let’s put down the remote (or cheese burger or glass of wine, or what the fuck ever) and let’s get on with with the business of living.
“Get busy living, or get busy dying…”