You spend your whole life running, person to person, event to event, job to job.

You grew old, you got wise and lost it. You had it and you watch it all go, and who is to blame?

People can say what they want, but I did it.

I t was never about money, it was never about being liked, it was never about anything- and at the very same time it was about everything.

We've got one life, one tiny ******* life, one shot, one chance, and with that we can do anything we want, why not go for broke? Why not lie, why not cheat? Why not love? run? why not work honest and hard, why not travel? Why not get ahead?

Look, this bag of bones will rot and that's it. Any part you play, any role you get cast as...what's it matter when you're dead? Get your family, get your friends, find your loved ones and when you die- however it is, wherever it is...you can say you did it.

Meaning, purpose. Those things won't just wait, they don't drop out of the sky, why not laugh, love, why not break and make rules, why not live as a lion, a king?

Why not grab everything you are, can be, will be and want to be and shake it until it cracks.

What else are you gonna do?

In a few hours the sun is going to rise, the time will keep ticking along and day to day will resume, you get this chance to write your own chapter in your own book, and it can be anything you want it to be...

So...what's it gonna be?