What’s The Issue With Taking Life to Seriously?

That’s my problem, I haven’t taken it serious at all.

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I’ve never really considered one day I won’t be here. It’s kind of an odd and almost morbid feeling to really think about.

Death is a real possibility for anyone at any given time. I’ve read all over that in a 100 years none of us will be here. And our relatives, and friends will meet the same fate.

Most in my family want cremation. So you might, if your lucky, be a fixture on a bookshelf for years to come with random memories talked about at holidays or other events.

Then one day it stops. No memories, nothing.

You’re forgotten. You’re life ended up being pretty meaningless unless you made some impact in a way that will be passed on for years to come.

Life should be taken seriously to a certain point.

To the point where you know you are going to be dead and gone one day. So make it the best damn life not wasting it on meaningless shit.

I’ve wasted a lot of life on meaningless shit.

Tomorrow you will eat better, tomorrow you will leave that abusive asshole, tomorrow you will spend more time with family, tomorrow you are going to leave that stressful or dead end career, the world is full of tomorrows that never come.

I procrastinate a life I want, to make a substitute for a life I don’t. I know, doesn’t make sense to me.

Life feels like we live forever, until we get a grim reminder we don’t. Unfortunately for many, that reminder is too late.

Some never realize they could be living their last day.

Do you?