Last night, I got to thinkin’… and I’m like CRAP! I’m half-way there! I’m talking life. I mean the act of living… the physical act of breathing in and out. Yep, I’m just about half-way through my entire existence. When the hell did this happen and why didn’t anyone tell me I was going to hit this point so fast? What the hell y’all?
After watching the clip, I’m kinda like What’s the frickin’ point? I push myself and make myself hurt at the gym… on purpose. Seriously? I work my ass off at the gym to get all this weight off… and for what? At this point, it doesn’t matter how fit I am or hard I work out or how healthy I eat, I’ve still only got another fifty years, tops. That’s a little depressing, don’t ya think?
I guess my point is, well… I’m dying. But you know what? You are too! And that makes me feel a little better. Better make the best of it. Have a nice day.