Why do you deserve to live? What have you done so well that you’re entitled to breathe and walk and wake up every morning? I mean you work and earn a salary. You apply and maybe get a scholarship, you invest and reap returns, you call, spend, flatter, con and ron and you finally get that girl of your dreams, but really, what have you done to earn the life you have?
Everything else is mostly good for its own sake but life, life is a passport with a universal visa. With life, you can achieve anything, become anyone, right wrongs, wrong rights, fall, get back up, heck you could even become a legend. With life. So if you’re trying to place the value of life somewhere between a new Bugatti and a political victory, reconsider.
Being free doesn’t mean being of little value. Because if you achieved all your goals and became all you dreamed of and realized all your fantasies but lost your life, really, of what good will that be?
I lost a friend this morning. We weren’t close, but he is, well was a swell guy. His skill and talent were generations ahead and you could sense his goodness from the other end of a crowded stadium. But he lost his life this morning, to an ailment so rare you’ll wonder how the heck it got into Africa. But he’s gone, and I’m here, and you’re here, with your life intact. How dare you mourn your heartbreak for this long? How dare you invest so much time into plotting how to sleep with her? How dare you nurture such bitterness? How dare you whine over that relatively insignificant incident? How dare you give up, with life still in you? Read the rest of this entry »