This is your life
The last article that I submit while I’m in college. Decided to quote the great Tyler Durden (refer to ‘Fight Club’). Here’s a collection of his gems. Though based in reality, his words are a bit hard hitting and will make a certain category of people very squeamish. Bye bye Sunshine.
This is your life; good to the last drop.
Doesn’t get any better than this.
This is your life and its ending one minute at a time.
This isn’t a seminar, this ain’t a weekend retreat.
Where you are now you can’t even imagine what the bottom would be like.
Only after disaster can we be resurrected; its only after that you’ve lost everything are you free to do anything.
Nothing is static, everything is appalling.
Everything is falling apart.
You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake.
You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else.
We are all a parts of the same compost heap; we’re the all singing, all dancing crap of the world.
You are not your bank account.
You are not the clothes you wear.
You are not the contents of your wallet.
You are not your bowel cancer.
You are not your latte.
You are not the car you drive.
You are not your fucking khakis.
You have to give up.
You have to realize that someday you will die. Until you know that, you are useless.
I say let me never be complete.
I say may I never be content.
I say deliver me from Swedish furniture.
I say deliver me from clever art.
I say deliver me from clear skin and perfect teeth.
I say you have to give up.
I say evolve and let the chips fall where they may.
De Phi
This is your life; good to the last drop.
Doesn’t get any better than this.
This is your life and its ending one minute at a time.
This isn’t a seminar, this ain’t a weekend retreat.
Where you are now you can’t even imagine what the bottom would be like.
Only after disaster can we be resurrected; its only after that you’ve lost everything are you free to do anything.
Nothing is static, everything is appalling.
Everything is falling apart.
You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake.
You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else.
We are all a parts of the same compost heap; we’re the all singing, all dancing crap of the world.
You are not your bank account.
You are not the clothes you wear.
You are not the contents of your wallet.
You are not your bowel cancer.
You are not your latte.
You are not the car you drive.
You are not your fucking khakis.
You have to give up.
You have to realize that someday you will die. Until you know that, you are useless.
I say let me never be complete.
I say may I never be content.
I say deliver me from Swedish furniture.
I say deliver me from clever art.
I say deliver me from clear skin and perfect teeth.
I say you have to give up.
I say evolve and let the chips fall where they may.
De Phi
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