” I shall not die of a cold, my son.”

Atticus wrote

“I hope to arrive at my death
a little late…
In love
And a little drunk”

Hunter S Thompson wrote

“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a Ride!”

Then this was written

“Many people die at twenty-five and aren’t buried until they are seventy-five.” By Benjamin Franklin.

And so on…

You see a theme here?

There are so many quotes from poets, authors and famous people about the one experience we are all guaranteed to share.

What do most of us think about when this subject enters our mind? How have we lived? What have we left to do? What memories we leave behind in the ones that will miss us? The mistakes we’ve made.

And so, on

Everyone who was created by the universe, God or whatever you believe created man will get dragged out and drowned by the undertow of time. You can fight it until your last breath, as you should, however it won’t stop. There is nothing quite as fair as death.

But what you should do in the meantime is taste and cherish every moment before this, holding hands, walking thru puddles, eating delicious foods, cry while watching movies, ride in subways, get lost on dirt roads, kiss on 1st dates, lay down and watch leaves drop from trees, ride motorcycles on rainy days…

And so, on

Use up your body, live till you’re at least 75 and let yourself fall in love. There is one famous saying that I dislike…“You only live once” however the real truth is you only die once! You live every day!

For Willa Carter once said…” I shall not die of a cold, my son. I shall die of having lived.”

Go out there and live