Life in the fast lane? I guess this was it.
I floored it. And raced through life. Moving fast, past the dreamers and the schemers and the non-believers.
Momma told me to slow down and live different.
I didn’t. I couldn’t. I only wanted to go faster. I didn’t want to end up 80 years old with unfulfilled dreams.
So I ran. And learned a lot. Failed a lot. Succeeded a lot. Lived a lot. Cursed a lot. Laughed a lot.
Ups and downs, I felt them.
Some days I stood on top of the mountain, (overpriced) champagne bottle in hand.
Other days I hid beneath the covers, Advil bottle in hand.
But I don’t regret a thing. And that’s because I’m still not done.
Matter of fact, I haven’t even hit my full stride.
So please take my answers with a grain of salt. The only thing I know for sure is I don’t know anything.
With that said…
I get quite a few emails from good hearted people, asking a bunch of question…but I have a bad habit of not always replying.
Going to change that now.
Every week, or every month I’ll collect a handful of questions and answer them here. (Today I’ll be answering only one question).
If you have any questions – no matter how raw or real they are – email me.
I’ll be omitting names in case shit gets a little too real (it usually does).
Question: If you could offer only one piece of advice, what would it be?
The moment you are born, the closer you are to death. Your birth is really your death sentence.
Depressing, sure. But true, nonetheless.
So don’t let anyone tell you that you have nothing to lose…
You have the seconds and the minutes and the hours and the months and the years and the decades in between life and death to lose.
In other words…
You have everything to lose.