Tick, tock. Tick, tock.
The clock ticks you ever closer to death.
A moment spent doing nothing is a moment forever wasted.
You’re reading this? Good for you. You will hear things you should know before you die.
Come on, sit by me. Have a drink. Tell me about yourself.
No, dammit! I do NOT want to know your job or salary or how many cars you own or how many women you’ve fucked. Don’t you know anything about yourself?
Tell me, what do you fear?
Cockroaches? Ha! They’re just little brown creatures on wings. Are you afraid of flying, then? Or are you just afraid of everything that’s different from you?
Do you fear lies? Mistakes? Do you hate being wrong? Hey, who decides what’s right or wrong anyway? Who decides what truth or reality is? It’s all in your head. You’ve invented your own fears. Even Satan and Hell are all in your head. You can choose to live without them anytime you want – IF you’re brave enough.
Are you a coward when it comes to pain and suffering? Then you’re becoming wise, my child. That is indeed a powerful fear. But what about the others who suffer every minute, every day? Do you ever think about helping them? Oh yeah, I see – you can’t face your fears, even when they’re happening to someone else.
Do you fear the ultimate, then? Death? But if you don’t want to die, then why do you pray to go to heaven? Being alive is a state of mind. You can breathe and still be dead. Poets ‘live on in their work’. Fearing death is the first step towards it. Bon voyage, mon ami.
Are you afraid of me? (maniacal laughter) Because I told you things you didn’t want to hear? Here’s one more – I pity you.
Go on, run away. Hide your head under the pillow. The monster in the closet will come to get you tonight. Just wait until the clock strikes twelve.
Tick, tock. Tick, tock.
The clock ticks you ever closer to death.
A moment spent doing nothing is a moment forever wasted.
You’re reading this? Good for you. You will hear things you should know before you die.
Come on, sit by me. Have a drink. Tell me about yourself.
No, dammit! I do NOT want to know your job or salary or how many cars you own or how many women you’ve fucked. Don’t you know anything about yourself?
Tell me, what do you fear?
Cockroaches? Ha! They’re just little brown creatures on wings. Are you afraid of flying, then? Or are you just afraid of everything that’s different from you?
Do you fear lies? Mistakes? Do you hate being wrong? Hey, who decides what’s right or wrong anyway? Who decides what truth or reality is? It’s all in your head. You’ve invented your own fears. Even Satan and Hell are all in your head. You can choose to live without them anytime you want – IF you’re brave enough.
Are you a coward when it comes to pain and suffering? Then you’re becoming wise, my child. That is indeed a powerful fear. But what about the others who suffer every minute, every day? Do you ever think about helping them? Oh yeah, I see – you can’t face your fears, even when they’re happening to someone else.
Do you fear the ultimate, then? Death? But if you don’t want to die, then why do you pray to go to heaven? Being alive is a state of mind. You can breathe and still be dead. Poets ‘live on in their work’. Fearing death is the first step towards it. Bon voyage, mon ami.
Are you afraid of me? (maniacal laughter) Because I told you things you didn’t want to hear? Here’s one more – I pity you.
Go on, run away. Hide your head under the pillow. The monster in the closet will come to get you tonight. Just wait until the clock strikes twelve.
Tick, tock. Tick, tock.
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