Looks brah’s, what are we going to do for the rest of our lives? Are we going to routinely frequent and patronize, day after day, the same weekend locals worn thin by our own shoes, practicing the same rituals we created? Are we going to drag our conscious-less carcasses into work every day for the rest of our lives, systematically punch the same time card, eat the same turkey sandwich on wheat and perpetually stare at a computer monitor, all while our lives, our bodies and our souls slowly yet somehow quickly deteriorate into prune-like, worn out shells of a once vivacious human life? We spend too much time stressing about money and work, but what will these things be worth to you on your death beds? How much value will a well budgeted and balanced bank account be worth to you as you take your last breath here on Earth? How would your life change if you worked less instead of more? Success is a good thing in life but it is no substitute for the rewards that you’ll find in spontaneity, experimentation, traveling, drugs, music, love. Imagine how much more thankful you’ll be for your friends, your relationships and the experiences that either you took or that took you to your ultimate end. Sometimes saying fuck-it and riding off into the unknown can be the answer, but then again what do I know about partying or anything else?
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please reference... http://posseonbway.blogspot.com/2008/12/ok-ok-enough-time-has-passed.html ... its not about the end but the process of getting there. taken the road less traveled. making an unpopular decision despite what may be status-quo. all the moments that make up out life that when the end does come it can be a time of fulfillment.
Nice.
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