Congratulations.
You are one of the 7 billion people that have "struggled into existence." Your odds were essentially nothing, yet here you sit reading my words. Before you know it (and you won't actually know it), you will be gone, taken back by the Earth. Not long after, the Earth will be claimed by the Sun, and in all probability the universe will be void of humanity. Everything and everyone you ever loved, hated, longed for, saw, fucked, touched, etc. will have been indiscriminately erased.
While bullshit sayings like “live every day like it’s your last” are not practical it is essential that you own your mortality. Everybody knows that nothing can live without dying, however most people never actually commit to that. We plop along ignoring the end of our existence in hopeful naivety that somehow, someway death will not come for us; it will.
Do not know that you are going to die, feel it, cry about it, do not ignore it. You will find that these are the most honest moments ever experienced. We are here for such a short while that there is no time to be a pussy about it. Grab your fucking nut sack (figuratively for the pink names) and prove that you deserve to be a part of all of This.
YOU ARE NOTHING; show that you are something.
This scene from Synecdoche, New York says everything better than I ever could:
