Seize the day! Seize the fucking day, already! Get off your sorry ass and do something. Anything. I don’t care what. A load of dishes perhaps. Or, I don’t know, maybe one of the 600 things you put on those To Do lists you are so fond of making.
Do you have any idea how lucky you are? Sure, you say so, but I’m not seeing any actions to back that up.
Do I have to put this comic in front of you again? Yeah, that’s right. One day, you will be dead. One day, you will have run out of time. One day, you will have wasted the precious opportunities that have been showered upon you. One day, it will be too late.
Don’t tell me to shut up. You know I’m right.
Awww. Is oo feeling poorly? See these two fingers. This is the world’s smallest violin playing the Sympathy Sonata. I don’t want to hear about whatever tiny ailments you think you might be suffering from. What if you had real responsibilities? What if you had kids? Or a job? What if you had a job you hated but needed to keep in order to pay the bills? You could get going if you had to.
Clearly, you are not sufficiently appreciate of all the good in your life. It’s time to get out the gratitude club. You should be grateful for …
… two beautiful horses.
… space and time to keep those horses at home.
… leisure to indulge whatever fancy crosses your mind.
… food security. Food that you don’t have to shop for or cook.
… better health than you deserve, given the amount of time you spend getting fit.
… escaping the horrific tragedies that occur every day in headlines and down the street.
… the ability to simply move and breathe.
Anyone else ever feel this way?
Thank you for reading,