You spend every day trying to survive
. Trying to get through one more day, one more week, one more month. Spend all your time, eye on the prize
, chasing after the proverbial carrot
. Next thing you know, you've spent ten years providing, providing for yourself, providing for others.
It all seems very noble at the time, very important. Then one day you wake up and realize it's almost over. You've done things to be proud of and things to be ashamed of, but you also regret all the things you haven't done.
You regret that you never asked that girl or guy out in high school, you regret never taking that vacation always saying "Maybe next quarter when things aren't so hectic at the office", or something simple like test driving the car of your dreams.
Now it's too late. You have grandchildren, high blood pressure, bad hips, or a probation officer refusing to allow you to leave the state. Whatever the reason, what it comes down to is this - It's too late. You blew it. You had your chance and you choked.
Don't be that guy. Don't be the guy who only has stories from the office for his friends and loved ones. Don't be the guy that has a minor stress induced heart attack at 35. Be the guy with the extraordinary stories. The guy that has an experience that relates to every situation. Take that vacation now, not next quarter. Ask that woman/man out. They could be the one. Want to learn how to ski? Then learn.
There is a fairly good chance that the next day wont be your last. But ask yourself, what is worse, dying before doing the things you've always wanted to do, or living to regret the things you've never done? Any chucklehead can survive, its instinct. Do what you have to do. But do you have the cajones to live?
You only get one ticket to this carnival called life, and dead men don't regret.
Survive, thrive, and LIVE!