The Human Expirience

"Get dirty. Get fucking filthy. Get poor. Get off your ass. Get desperate. Get dangerous. Get moving. Get productive. Get pro-active. Get started. Get your own life. Get doing something. Anything. Because before you know it, you're 40 with kids, a mortgage and responsibilities that cause your fun to come second.
So before cancer, before children, before 50 hour work weeks, before back and knee problems, before school loans, before you lose your sense of humor...
Fight.
Fight and fuck and run and smile. Smile because the older you get the less you will. So yes, "Quit being such a goddamn pussy." Because bitching and whining and worrying never made anything better."

Talk about reality. How many times do we sit back when we could be doing something about our lives? I will answer for myself. A LOT. People like to believe that we have time to fuck around, time to waste, time to do this, time to be that. WE DON'T. Our time is limited. Relative. Think about it. We say to ourselves, "Oh! I Can put this off until..." and when it comes around, we make another excuse. We keep pushing our goals, and what we need to do, further and further back into the recesses of our mind, and soon we forget about it. Then one day you wake up and all the time we thought we had is gone. There is no more time to do what we had planned years, months, days, even hours before.

Human beings have the impossible ability to make excuses. In fact, it seems we are ingrained with the ability to make them up on the spot. Some of us even make excuses for other people! We make excuses for why we didn't pass a test, or buy a car, or get a job, or graduate college. Make excuses for why we get divorced, why we cheat on a spouse or significant other, for why we become abusive, or why we kill people. There are a million of excuses. But think about it. How many excuses are going to pass your lips for you to realize that there is no more time for them? How many opportunities are you going to pass up before you realize that there are none left? How many people are you going to disappoint before there is no one standing at your funeral? Most importantly, how much of your life are you going to waste, making excuses for why you didn't, or couldn't, or wouldn't.