Month: February 2018


Ten years from now, what you’re worrying about won’t matter.

But ten years from now doesn’t really matter much.

Now matters more.



What you think about on Sunday nights, while laying in bed, can give you insight on where your life’s heading.

Hope it’s not shit.


It’s frustrating when you’re technically healthy, but can have the potential to be not any time.

Everybody will be ill and die eventually, but to have that possibility hang so close like the sword of someone can get in your nerves.

Should I consider that when deciding for my future or should I just go grab opportunities and let whatever shit hits the fan, hits the fan?