I'm sorry. Truly sorry. Listen up.

You are going to fucking die.

Sorry to break the bad news.

I don't know when, I know you will, so if you know how the story ends, why are you not making the most of what little time you have left?

Why not make the middle and the time near the end really good?

Like really good?

Why not put that little dopamine machine you pack around in the drawer?

Go do something.

What would you do and what would you try if you knew you wouldn't fail?

Build something.

Risk something.

Change someone's life.

Change your life.

Learn.

Travel.

Build.

Break.

Think big.

Try again.

Meet your heroes.

Champion your causes.

Do good.

Right wrongs.

Get in touch with the real you, whoever you are.  

Study life.

Read.

Pray.

Just start.  The ultimate failure is not getting to the starting line.

Stop social media.  It's not social and it's not media.

Do what you want to do, (for the Lord's sake, you live in America and have your health, you are unstoppable), so do it.

Stop complaining.

Stop excuses.

Remove CAN'T from your mind.

Stop bullshitting yourself in the mirror.

Eat right.

Drink right.

Forget about later, all that matters is now.

Someday, and this I guarantee, you are going to run out of "someday's."

And the only thing that will matter then, is whether you lived today.