Get Busy Livin'

I’ll just come out and say it — we have an unhealthy relationship with Death. Bring up death or even the possibility of it (Spoiler Alert: It might be Possible) and the people you’re talking with will be disturbed by your morbidity at best and possibly consider you a sociopath, incapable of experiencing human emotion. I look around and I see a lot of people coping with the truth of their non-existence in some seriously misguided ways. I myself feel the fear of Death, of non-existence, of the unknown, of being vanquished, in private moments of thought. Of course it’s terrifying. Ruinous, even. It’s the one awful end we all get served with, from the nobody who dies in the cold of a New York alleyway to James Dean to JFK to Elon Musk and each and every one of us. This is why we must come to terms with it. Not when we get the diagnosis of terminal cancer, not in a mid-life crisis, not in a car accident that we survive only by Heavenly intervention. Today. We must own the fact that we will die today. Quit pissing away the seconds that matter. Get busy livin.