Live Dangerously

When you have overcome the fear of dying, you start living. When you protect your life so much to the point of stagnating in the room of the all-too-comfortable, you stopped living. Let's face it, a life well-lived is a life full of risks. You risk your financial security, you risk your life in exchange for extreme adventures, you risk your heart getting broken, you risk your career, you risk your life while walking down the street. Risks everywhere, yeah? You simply cannot avoid it. You simply cannot avoid the reality that there are no guarantees in this life. All you can do is to enjoy everything for as long as it lasts. Treat everything as if it's just a passing show. Treat everything as if it's your last.

What now? You don't want to be bothered? You need to be bothered once in a while. You need to be awakened from the comforts of your loneliness. You need to get off the couch, if not all the time, at least once in a while. At least be strategic about the move, be smart and fluid. It's all part of the risk of letting go. Letting go of that comfortable bubble you have gotten used to. You are not supposed to get used to anything. It is time to evolve out of the existential misery in order to become a strong yet soft human being. Constantly upgrading, downgrading and back. Changing.

So you fucked up in the past? Big deal. I fucked up in the past too, big time. We've all fucked up in the past. But that is a foreign country now. It's time to move somewhere. It gets annoying telling the world about it. It gets annoying hearing about it. It's getting old now. You are not supposed to stay in that miserable state. You are supposed to feel it, learn from it then move on. Now picture this, breathtaking views, stunning landscape, golden sunlight and fresh air, all too promising, aren't they? All it takes is a good imagination and you're one step closer to truly living your life. It's just too good to pass up. It sounds easy. Nothing is easy.

Whenever I get distracted with something amazingly beautiful, I always tell myself, what's not to be happy about? What's not to live for? Perhaps the past failures forbid you from becoming a courageous trailblazer. What others say forbid you from becoming an unapologetic risk-taker. Your heart got trampled upon, ego crushed into pieces. You have nothing left anymore. Zero. Then good, you are free. Don't live your life building that armor to avoid getting hurt. The tree doesn't bend, it breaks. Only the hard ones break.

You wait until you are utterly broken. It's not all about them. It's not all about sacrificing your own happiness for the sake of others. It's not all about being obedient to authority and being enslaved to the pattern systematically woven into your being. It's time to make your own basket to fill. This is your life. And as they say, it's ending any minute. Damn, you don't even have to do anything. You don't even have to exert any effort, it's just going to end whether you like it or not. When you least expect it because life's a bitch. It is. So while you are here, you get to say how you want to live it. Everyone will die. You too will die alone. Revel in your aloneness for the short duration of your life here on earth for it might be a massive blankness and painfully cold eternal darkness after, who the hell knows? Thinking about it makes you want to just stay here and have tea.

Yet be crazy. Be crazy to jump off the cliff towards the cold water of the endless sea. That's the only way to feel alive. The way to feel alive is the feeling of dying. Would you rather feel that rush of happiness than hopelessly rot in your bed? Which is the better way to die? Seeing the world in all its glory or slowly dying within the four corners of your room while trying to get some attention. While demanding people to make you feel significant. Here's the harsh truth, nobody fuckin' cares. Everyone's too self-absorbed these days. The minute you say something, everyone can't wait to tell how fuckin' great their weekend was, or how they hate their jobs, their own case and all that. Just like you, everyone's trying to be significant in this vast, unfeeling universe. It will always be about themselves. Instead of waiting for others to make you feel important, why not just do it yourself. Do yourself a favor, go out and make yourself feel better. Quit the job you hate. Travel. Pursue your passion. Hell, you want to die yet you still can't let go of that false security. When you want to die, you have nothing to lose anymore. You are free to do whatever you want. You are free to live your life according to your own terms.

Perhaps it's time to stop comparing your badness to another person's best. It's time to stop living according to other's expectations. You're good as long as you're not harming or taking advantage of others. And don't even bother with that, this is the time to take your power back. To chase the unknown. To be curious. Don't be afraid to make mistakes. Make more mistakes if need be. Use those mistakes later to make something greater than anyone could have imagined.

Challenge the Gods. Challenge the authority. Do not follow the words of the tiny-hearted. Take the risk of thinking for yourself. Take the risk of living and designing your own life. Sometimes, you just have to scream at the top of your lungs and say 'I'm done!' Laugh at your past mistakes, grit your teeth, and stare into the void of your future. It is time to turn that shit into gold. Be an unapologetic risk-taker. Live dangerously.