you’re going to die, so live Which is to say, give time a hell of a battle even though you know you’ll lose the war. Wrestle every second of sunlight and laughter and French-kissing that you can from regret’s hands. Snatch hours of tenderness from the jaws of apathy. Yank daydreams and poems from boredom’s scalp. When nihilism swings at you, swing back. Hiss through clenched teeth: I may not live forever, but goddamnit, I am alive today.
