Day 58 | YOLO, for the Elderly
You’re dwindling down the finest years of your life, heading into that tunnel of uncertain fate. Will you die at eighty? Or will you forget both your children and how to brush your teeth? The young’ns these days have a very elegantly abbreviated phrase: you only live once. They use it as an excuse to perhaps joyride, or drink until they’re only vomiting liquor, or get shitty butterfly tattoos on their behinds. But you and I, anonymous Ethels and Mildreds and Georges of the world, you and I know better.