We’re not meant to live forever.
Life is a sure bet.
So is death.
In life you will grow
and in life you will age.
And you will betray your younger self
and all too often disappoint him.
But what if i told you
this life isn’t meant to be lived scot-free?
Death is a sure bet.
So is life.
And what that means is,
As far as we know,
we only get one shot at this
(As far as we know).
And because of this
we must live.
Live beyond comprehension.
Live through the madness.
Live to live.
Because the alternative is non existent. (As far as we know).
So live.
Don’t throw away this gift.
Experience everything it has to offer.
Get that plane ticket.
Board that train.
Transition to become a woman.
Chase that degree.
Start an onlyfans.
Dye your hair lavender.
Get the tattoo.
Kiss the girl.
Tell him you love him.
Post that pic.
Participate in a bukkake.
Get your tits done.
Grow your hair long.
Suck a cock every once in a while.
Jump off a cliff.
Skydive with your nuts out.
Go raw.
Fuck your boss, neighbor, professor, etc.
Do donuts in the lot.
Follow every last inclination in your spirit
and
bare the consequences
and
bare them well.
Carry that weight
but don’t drop it
because to drop it means you weren’t built to carry it in the first place.
Feel everything around you.
Do everything.
Do nothing.
None of this makes sense anyways.
No one asked to be here.
We only get one shot at this baby (as far as we know).
So live motherfuckers.
LIVE.
