Singing the Death Song…

How are you going to feel when it comes your time to die?

I’ve vowed to make sure that I am willingly and gladly going to sing my death song and die like a hero going home.

“When your time comes to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song, and die like a hero going home.”

— Tecumseh

How did I come to that decision?

Because I experienced death, the ultimate creator of perspective.

It’s one thing to not see a family member when they pass away, and it’s a completely different beast when you physically sit and stare at a nearly lifeless family member.

That’s what I went through when I was about 15 years old.

There’s no other source of motivation than seeing your father lay there lifeless in a coma.

It’s an infinite well of jet fuel.

When your time comes to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with fear of death.

The fear of death scares the shit out of you.

And, rightly so if you’ve never experienced it first hand.

Regardless, how do you want to feel and what kind of experience do you want to have when it comes your time to die?

Do you want to be proud of yourself?

Are you going to like the fact that you’ve regretted much of your life experience?

Those are the questions that matter more than anything else.

I’ve often spoken about how you cannot afford the price of regret; it will consume you and tear your soul apart.

If you want to start making wise decisions…

If you want to avoid that terrible feeling of regret…

If you want to get the results that you would be proud of…