Life
Life is like a lump of clay.
You're going to sit down in a pottery class, and have someone explain exactly what they want you to do with it.
But you don't have to.
It's your life.
You can shape it any way you want. Make it long, short, thin, thick, anything at all.
There will be people that don't like it.
That's okay.
There will be people who talk about your creation like it's inferior.
That is their problem.
But there's also going to be people who love it.
That's okay too.
Yet, in the end, all that will be left, is you.
You and how you have lived your life.
If it is a life well lived, if you like how you made your clay, th
Not one second have I spent being good.
Not one second have I spent being excellent.
Not one second have I spent being exceptional.
Not one second have I spent being admirable.
Not one second have I spent being charitable.
Not one second have I spent being useful.
Not one second have I spent telling the truth.
Not one second have I spent being satisfactory.
I have spent every second being beastly.
And there will be Hell to pay for it.