DYING TO LIVE
Wake up, work, eat, pay bills, rinse and repeat until one day you’re allowed to retire and enjoy the few years you have left; if you make it that far. Break the cliché of the American dream (which is complete bullshit.)
You work a majority of your life for some dick fart that just views you as a number. You spend minimum time with the people that matter and need you the most; Just to pay bills we don’t want, taxes we once revolutionized to break away from, and argue over stress from these unwelcomed “responsibilities.”
Why is it we chase a lifestyle that means noting in the end? When you die your spouse, sons, daughters, mothers, and fathers will weep for us, not rejoice in our possessions. Understand something… you and I will die; two hours from now, one week, or 20 years from now.
We are all on the same path to spend an eternity with our one true love… our only mistress that is waiting a lifetime for us, Death. Fathom that for a moment and realize that everything in between is just a pit stop.
Go live, do something for yourself, stop being scared because a dull life is one with no risk.
We are all dying but, are you dying to live?
