Man was not meant to waste away in a cubicle, or on a couch in front of a box.
We were not meant to worship people on movie screens, in magazines, those who have it all, or anyone at all.
We were not meant to dwell on the thoughts of others who themselves are dwelling on the thoughts of others, seeking validation from those who seek validation.
We were not meant to quietly tiptoe around on the surface, safe from the judgments of others, careful not to be ridiculed or rejected, cautiously avoiding failure at all costs.
We were not meant to worry about the things that simply do not matter, or even the things that matter the most.
We were not meant to worry at all.
We were not meant to buy into the fables in our head that tell us that we can’t, we shouldn’t, and we better not… or else.
Or else fucking what?
Or else we might truly live?
We were not meant to let our fear of the edge paralyze us from boldly moving into the unknown.
We were not meant to seek sanctuary in distractions, hole up in the living rooms of our mind, or seek refuge on the sympathetic shoulder of complacency.
We were not meant to cower in the corners of existence.
We were not meant to drag around the ghosts of our past, the shame of our inadequacies, or the lingering hatred for those who have one-upped us (or even those who have torn us apart and stomped on our hearts).
We were not meant to believe that our clothes, our haircut, our house, our bank account, our car, or the person on our arm have anything to do with who we truly are.
We were not meant to hold on tight…to anyone or anything.
We were not meant to die with regret, and wonder, “What was it all for?”
For that truly is defeat.
We were meant to fucking live.
To let go.
To step over the edge and see how far we can fall.
To breathe, love, and bleed.
The goal should not to make it safely to death, unscarred and without enemies.
The goal should be to know with every cell of your being that you kicked as much ass as possible, and had the time of your life kicking it.
And that even when you got your own ass kicked, you became stronger and wiser and refined your skills.
That you evolved.
That you gave what you had, loved from the heart, and lived in the moment as often as you could.
Even when it hurt.
Even when your back was against the wall.
Even when they were all laughing at you.
If you can lie down on your deathbed, knowing you loved with everything you had, gave everything you could, and lived life your way, then there will be nothing tragic about your passing.
Because you fucking lived.
And remember my friend, that deathbed waits for all of us.
And you never know when it’s ready for you—it could even be tonight.
My wish for you is that you can greet it with a smile.
And since there’s no way of knowing when it’s coming, there’s no better time to smile than now.
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