How to fucking live (and not just exist)

Too many people worry about the number on the scale, how many glasses of water they drank today, whether this milk is non-homogenised, how much artificial sugar there is in this soda, how much the wi-fi signal is killing our brains, how they might have offended someone by swearing in front of them, how much money they are making, how successful they are compared to their peers, if they are addicted to coffee, if they have had too many sexual partners (or too few), how their family will react if they come out about their sexuality, whether this article will get enough ‘recommends’, whether their art means anything, whether there’s too many germs in their kitchen, how inept they are at swing dancing, if their idea is original, if their idea is good enough to not have to be original, whether they will ever get over their ex, whether they will be remembered after they die — too many people, worry too much.

I have never met you, I don’t know what your dreams and life situation are, but if I were to write a (short) letter to you, this is what I would say:

Eat what you want, drink what you like, smoke to your heart’s content, write everyday, sing out loud, make love — often, learn as much as you can, dance (alone, if you must), work hard, run freely, love as many people as you want (not as many society lets you), paint if you want, don’t give a shit about what other people think of you, don’t be an arsehole, swear when you want ( where you want) — most of all, do it with utmost passion and do something that makes a positive difference in someone else’s life.

And do it today, because tomorrow you might get hit by a drunk driver and when you’re lying there on the coroner’s table — it won’t matter whether you have a six pack or a gut, nor your bank balance or your shiny car, not the number of Twitter followers you have — what will matter is whether you lived a passionate life and how many lives you touched.


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