Okay, yes I am the culprit; I deserve a big kick on
my ass right now.
I am super sorry for doing this, I promise to post
at least two posts a month from now on…pinky, greeny, bluey like every promise.
Blame it on me, my laziness, my 5am alarm and my weird
no sleep and too much sleep schedule.
Now, Today’s post
“Remembering that I’ll be dead soon is the most
important tool I have ever encountered to help me. Make the big choices in
life. Because almost everything- all external expectations, all pride, all fear
of embarrassment or failure- these things just fall away in the face of death,
leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is
the best way I know to avoid the trap of THINIKNG you have something to lose.
You are already naked. There is no reason to follow your heart.”-STEVE JOBS.
Need I say more?!!
From the start of your life all you are tensed about
is the end of it.
Well as this wise man just stated that, you need
that tension in your life to live it.
But why take death as a tension and why not take it
as a challenge or an opportunity to achieve whatever you can till you are here,
Present.
Living in the moment, or living RIGHT NOW isn’t like
you totally forget where you are and what your goals are...
You obviously are living in the present but with a
sorted future.
I know it’s bloody difficult to plan ishh out, I can
never plan and work according to that, and yes I do blame it on myself and then
regret for not following it.
But, being sorted and being a well planned perfectionist
are two different things.
While you are still alive
LIVE…
While you are still alive
FEEL...
While you are still alive
LOVE…
While you are still alive
Live for what
you want
Make life your own style,
Let them follow, let THEM complain,
Be STUBBORN.
"Because people, death is obvious but life… its spontaneous”
P.S.- I changed my playlist from Shaan and Shreya
ghoshal to NUCLEYA and MOGWAI, which changed my lingo too. And, half of this
was written like 2 months ago and half like right now.
LOVE.LOVE.LOVE.
