We don’t know who we’ll find at a beach fire. We don’t know if that party is going to be terrible simply because we can’t stop thinking about the girl.
And we don’t know whether we’re going to crash our car and be immobilized for the rest of our lives.
We don’t know whether, I mean, fuck, whether we’re going to be knifed, or mugged, or killed tomorrow. And, these aren’t problems I typically worry about.
But that doesn’t mean they can’t, or won’t happen.
And so every day we watch Netflix, every day we’re sleeping and not writing, practicing discomfort, and meditating… That’s a day we’ve lost. And this treatise: make no mistake, I’m not perfect. The reason I write these posts about how to live better is to remind myself of what to do. This plea to start doing good now is as much a reminder for me as I hope it’s an awakening for you.
If we live until 90, we get 1,080 months. That’s 4,320 weeks. Context: if you counted one week per second, you could reach 4,320 weeks in 72 minutes.
And we waste our time so much, because we never think about how close death really is. Whether you live to ninety, or whether you’re shot tomorrow. Whether you’re told you have cancer and will die a year from now.
So many things can happen, yet we think, That’s the kind of event that happens to other people.
No, to someone else, you are other people. Make steps to do what you want now because no one can see the future — retirement and becoming a painter at 67… So many people don’t make it to 67.
Begin now. We don’t know what will happen