I’m pretty sure I know what my last words will be. The only question is when they’ll be uttered, or “thought” if that’s all I have time for…
I’m looking at either, “Oops”, “Shit” or “Watch this”…
My life’s goal is to skid into my casket in a cloud of dust shouting, “Wow! What a ride! I don’t have anymore left. I’m out.”
I don’t know if it’ll work out that way but I do know this; when my number is punched I’ll be able to go out knowing I gave having a good, fun life everything I had. That will be good enough, and for that, I am grateful.
Recover hard, my friends. We only get one lap.
Just as long as uttering the words “Oops”, “Shit” or “Watch this” doesn’t come right after uttering the words “Hold my beer!”
RIGHT!!! LOL! Good one, Brent. You made my morning, brother.
I’ve always loved that saying about skidding into heaven, but, lately, I’m also really wanting my life to have some sort of lasting, positive impact. Can I do do that from a bike seat? I’m certainly going to try!
I know that’s right! At the very least, the effort will be noble!
Skid into heaven after a life well-lived, but for your casket/urn/whatever, make sure it’s spring loaded with confetti, so that it’ll make the day of an archeologist one day…