A friend of mine died yesterday. To say that it’s a crapfest would be a fucking understatement. I think the worst part is that he died from cancer. I mean, how does someone our age even die from cancer? Yeah, I know that cancer doesn’t discriminate when it comes to age – I’m not an idiot – but knowing something logically and actually seeing it in person are often two completely different things. The news has pretty much rocked everyone that I know who’s in my age range. First off, the guy was a really cool person and most people liked him. But most importantly, it made us come face to face with a reality that we don’t often confront… our own mortality. Most people tell us constantly that we’ve got our whole lives ahead of us, or that we’re too young to do certain things or make certain decisions. But this incident pretty much just proves that there’s really no truth in that.
As affected as I am by his death, I can only hope that before his death, he’d lived as full and happy a life as he could. And, really, this is the most profound lesson to have come out from this for me. When people tell you to live every day like it’s your last… boy, they aren’t kidding. New responsibilities lately have kept me from posting as regularly on this blog as I used to – and you know what? This has to stop! This blog genuinely makes me happy, and I can’t keep pushing it to the side.
So, my dear, amazing readers, please take heed of what I say and live your life happily and positively and fully. Screw the naysayers! Screw the homophobes! Screw the racists! Screw the idiots! Screw the sexist a-holes! There’s always going to be someone who will try to take away your happiness… it’s entirely up to you if you allow them to succeed. Because when your time is up, do you really want to know that you’ve lived a miserable life trying and failing to please morons who never mattered in the first place?