Everyone DIES, but not everyone LIVES.
This is the sad truth for so many people.
We get so caught up in our daily habits of waking up, going to work, and then heading home with just a few hours to spend on everything else that's important to you.
Whether it'd be family, friends, sports, movies, or whatever you're into.
We then repeat this vicious cycle from Monday to Friday, week after week, for years.
Then what? You retire at 65 and finally get to do what you love?
Is that not ridiculous? We work 65 years to gain the ability to do what we want?
How does this make any sense?
How do we all fall for the same fate?
You get one shot at this life. Do you really want to regret sleepwalking through it?
Some perspective for you:
If your life were to end today, what REGRETS would you have? 🤔