Live Like You’re Going To Die Tomorrow
Right. The biggest cliche in the world. Imagine that each day is your last, and you’ll make the best out of today and always live satisfied and happy like a koala simultaneously smoking weed and masturbating up on the clouds. A carrot on a stick. Tomorrow never comes.
Besides the literal implications of such an idea –people are most likely to do something highly hedonistic, destructive, selfish and/or oportunistic-, the deeper meaning of it has to do with increasing your awareness. If you live your life on autopilot, it would force you to stop and give you some perspective.
But I don’t live my life on autopilot, and I don’t lack perspective.
If much, I could say that my perspective is too wide, and my awareness too intense to be healthy. Whether this is a consequence of depression or it is who I am, I don’t know anymore. Lets mix both and call it even.
I don’t have a terminal illness, a death sentence, or need to hunt for food everyday. However, I am always juggling some excess of awareness. The knowledge that there’s a million things that could kill me or someone I know any second, just as many people and living things are dying as I type this post. The certainty that I get older by the second. That I can’t take anything for granted. That if I don’t meet with you right now maybe I never will. That if I learn all I want about biology then I’ll die before I have time for math. That I shouldn’t be sleeping. That YOU shouldn’t be sleeping because there’s still a million things I want to know about you. That I won’t figure out my mind and express it all on time. That all the old people are always pondering about their regrets and I don’t want to have any.
I have to juggle it all because I can never just keep it. Everything is too uncertain. Everything is far from inspirational, it’s too tiring, too overwhelming. Soon will came the meteor rock that will pierce my head before I hit “publish”.
Screw it all.
My carrot on a stick is to think that even though I couldn’t shower, go out and see the world dancing on a stick today, there’s still tomorrow. I do what I freaking can.