Pedal backwards. Out of your casket and out of the clothes the funeral home put you in. Let your laugh lines melt away but hold onto the laughter. Slip your hand into mine, feel your knuckles share that pain that comes from squeezing too hard, and whatever you do - don't let go. Flip your pencil upside down and erase all of the things you tried to make time for, without realising that you would never have enough time. Keep pedaling. Let yourself laugh out loud at all those times you bit your lip trying not to. The only serious thing about life, is death. Everything else is secondary. Let yourself be present in a moment, stop pining for a thing of the past or yearning for a future without believing that you'll make it, no questions. Don't stop just yet. We're almost there, but wait, where are we going? Allow yourself the luxury to feel. To feel and not to fight the frustration, the humiliation, the anxiety, the pain that makes you swear on your tazo card collection you could hear the moment your world fell to pieces. Because I promise you, these are not the moments you will replay when there is nothing left to see of this world.
Let death remind you to live your life.
Life is what's happening while we're busy making other plans. -- John Lennon
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