22 June 2012
When we know our day of death, Each day becomes hell. If we keep asking 'What if?' We'll be prepared, but will be afraid each day.
I'd much rather know both, But have a helluva time every day. For when that day comes I can smile, And when Death tells me he did something long ago..I can say, "Been there, done that."
Forget When You Die • Opuss № I