BDH, I think everyone reaches a point in their life when they realize that their youth wont last forever. Time passes on. The thing that scares me the most though, is one day in the future looking back on my life in disgust or realizing that I didn't live it the way I should have. I want to die with my belt fastened and balls bulging. I want to be proud of everything I've done and especially look back and say, "I did that... hell yeah I did that."
I guess thats why so many people say its importatnt to live life with no regrets. And even more important, find the good things in everything. We're sitting here talking about how the good things in life have already passed us by... I say fuck that. Look forward and start walking with your memories behind you to push you forward. Tackle life head on.
This all reminds me of a poem that's become one of my favorites. This talk about moving forward makes me think of death, and that someday no matter what, I am going to die. I'm sure everyone here has thought about it, and its even funnier how the american psyche is all about rejecting the idea of death at all costs. Don't talk about it, don't even think about it... just keep walking forward. Anyway, here's the poem, its by John Donne.
Death Be Not Proud
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou are not so;
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.
Thou'art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy'or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
~John Donne
Smile, you ONLY die once.
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