I've been thinking a lot about life and death lately.
Dunno why, honestly. It couldn't be a mid-life crisis or something in that vein considering I'm 18 as I write this.
It's just something every human has to contemplate. After all, it's an absolute-- one of the few things that is a certainty in life.
I'm not quite sure I fully grasp what life is, but I believe life has a different meaning for everyone. It's obvious, honestly. I can only speak my opinion on the whole matter.
Well. Here goes.
To me, life shouldn't be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving in a pretty, well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and proudly proclaiming "GOD DAMN, WHAT A RIDE!".
I have that path firmly set in my head.
After all, who's the more happier man, the one who went out and braved the storm and survived, or the man who sat ashore and just simply "existed"?
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