Mary Lewys -- It Could Be The Salmon Mousse
Whoever said you weren’t going to die today lied. They lied. If you’ve been running on the assumption that you weren’t going to die today because no one told you either way, let me point out that you’ve been running on a falsehood.
You’re going to die. Probably not today and maybe not tomorrow, but you will die. Your time is limited. Age creeps through your body like blood, breaking down every cell and system.
Or you can kick the bucket from a number of scenarios that you have no control over. Sure, you stand on the curb to avoid that speeding bus, but the aneurism hits you without warning. It could be as slow as cancer or fast as a heart attack. You could be reading a book and walk into a sniper’s line of fire. Fast asleep, your home could catch on fire and you never wake up due to smoke inhalation. You could slip getting out of the shower, cracking your skull open.
I hope your bathroom’s tiled. Brain is so hard to get out of the carpet.
On a pulley, a piano slips in its rope restraints to crash down on you. Oh, she forgot to take her meds, that’s why she crashed into your car on the freeway. Maybe swallowing that ham sandwich before you finished chewing wasn’t a good idea. You’d think everyone knew how to do the Heimlich maneuver nowadays. Slipping and falling down the stairs sure makes a lot of noise, covering up the snap of your spine.
It’s a simple procedure. That’s what the doctor said. Why didn’t you wake up?
Product tampering, e coli infection, serial killer, road rage, leukemia, friendly fire, cocaine overdose, struck by lightning, AIDS, lost at sea, alcohol poisoning, slit throat, cleaning supply cocktail, race riot, collide with a train, stroke, beaten with a blunt object, autoerotic asphyxiation, explosion, slipping on banana peel - hell, it could be the salmon mousse.
Scary thought, isn’t it? Today will be your last day. What would you do with it if you knew for sure that at the end, you would die? Think about it. What would you do if you only had a month? Six months? A year?
Here’s a simple question: why aren’t you doing that with your life now?
It’s all too short and goes all too fast. Please. Don’t be stupid and end up with nothing but regret on your deathbed.
You’re going to die. Probably not today and maybe not tomorrow, but you will die. Your time is limited. Age creeps through your body like blood, breaking down every cell and system.
Or you can kick the bucket from a number of scenarios that you have no control over. Sure, you stand on the curb to avoid that speeding bus, but the aneurism hits you without warning. It could be as slow as cancer or fast as a heart attack. You could be reading a book and walk into a sniper’s line of fire. Fast asleep, your home could catch on fire and you never wake up due to smoke inhalation. You could slip getting out of the shower, cracking your skull open.
I hope your bathroom’s tiled. Brain is so hard to get out of the carpet.
On a pulley, a piano slips in its rope restraints to crash down on you. Oh, she forgot to take her meds, that’s why she crashed into your car on the freeway. Maybe swallowing that ham sandwich before you finished chewing wasn’t a good idea. You’d think everyone knew how to do the Heimlich maneuver nowadays. Slipping and falling down the stairs sure makes a lot of noise, covering up the snap of your spine.
It’s a simple procedure. That’s what the doctor said. Why didn’t you wake up?
Product tampering, e coli infection, serial killer, road rage, leukemia, friendly fire, cocaine overdose, struck by lightning, AIDS, lost at sea, alcohol poisoning, slit throat, cleaning supply cocktail, race riot, collide with a train, stroke, beaten with a blunt object, autoerotic asphyxiation, explosion, slipping on banana peel - hell, it could be the salmon mousse.
Scary thought, isn’t it? Today will be your last day. What would you do with it if you knew for sure that at the end, you would die? Think about it. What would you do if you only had a month? Six months? A year?
Here’s a simple question: why aren’t you doing that with your life now?
It’s all too short and goes all too fast. Please. Don’t be stupid and end up with nothing but regret on your deathbed.
I didn't even eat the mousse.
Posted by
Isaac |
12:59 PM
You're truly a blogger after my own heart.
Posted by
V |
11:14 PM