Measure every failure, everything you missed out — against your imminent death

If you think you lost something you haven’t lost shit yet

You’re not only not meant to have it all

You’re meant to die

 

I’m repeating myself

I’m repeating myself when I’m saying yet again that only this moment is real and what you make out of it

Even knowing that we still relapse to the past or to the future and to regret and to doubt and hope and desire

Thankfully there is death

There’s always death to remind you what is real

You don’t have to remind yourself that only now is real

just think about the truth of yourself being dead tomorrow

 

Just think about being dead tomorrow

It’s an immutable truth, immutable reality

And compared to that — all your failures, everything you’re missing out, all your grievances — become so laughably inconsequential

The gift of life is SO MUCH GREATER than any pathetic deficiencies and flaws

 

AGAIN

Don’t make it but a PHILOSOPHICAL exercise (in futility)

Right FUCKING now conceive of your DEATH tomorrow

And THEN with all sincerity answer yourself — is life going SO horribly

 

I’m not saying it’s not

But PROBABLY it’s not

You’d PROBABLY rather live

There’s INFINITE POSSIBILITY, POTENTIALITY, in tomorrow

PROVIDED you live

And that is not given

 

So

Since you’re still alive

You can now choose to live

(not be a walking dead — but LIVE)

And once you’ve made that choice — you have won everything

EVERYTHING