It Gets Me Going

Don’t we all have those moments where we are listening to that song, mine being Midnight City by M83, when we indisputably think we can accomplish anything. I mean seriously if I’m running on the tread mill and my jam starts playing, I go crazy. I think about what I’m going to do to change my life and make it better, I think about running a god damn marathon, I think about L I F E and how many amazing things I want to do with this precious gift we have been given. My question is though…when does that feeling go away and when do you begin to plan for your perfect death? I know it sounds morbid, because it is. In all seriousness though, don’t you think people plan out their perfect death? I read a tweet today that said “my professor literally just told us he wanted to die while teaching us.” I mean that dude must have put some serious thought into how he wanted die, considering his wish was specific enough to drop dead in front of his philosophy 101 class. When is the time where we stop planning life and start brainstorming for death? I’m a young adult and I know I never just sit around thinking about death, I mean obviously not since I think I can cure cancer when a god damn song comes on. I’ve thought about it though once or twice, and instead of following this fate your whole life, believing you’ll be sitting on Jesus’s lap in no time, why don’t people just plan. When I say plan I don’t meant fucking commit suicide, I mean mentally prepare yourself for that fact that you are going to die, no matter fucking what. I’ll never understand why people have to cling onto this belief that they’ll be dancing upstairs with their savior. People need to cling to the fact that we are ALIVE. Go about life thinking your alive and plan for death little by little, so that way when you drop dead in front of a bunch of freshman learning about how people think, you can die successfully sticking to your word. Plan for death little by little while your having the time of your LIFE. Don’t plan for that cloud kingdom above, because you know what, when you die…well who the fuck cares what happens. You’re dead.