And so day three of the three day quote challenge. Up front I was a bit abrupt, rather ya-boo-sucking at the rules. I don’t mean to be churlish and I’m sure there’s no reason why they shouldn’t apply. I’m just not very good at them.
So, anyhoo, here’s day three and thanks again to Marje at Kyrosmajica for fingering me.
In this last section I’ve taken another line from a poem – Dylan Thomas’ Do not go gentle into that good night.
I don’t intend to go soon or quietly and I want any one who I love or care deeply for to do the same. Thou shall not waste this life, people and thou shall extract from it every drop of juice, every ounce of existence. I have no belief in any sort of hereafter – this is it, our one shot and in my *coughs* years I’ve realised one thing. Dying is pretty shit, really, unless you’re very old and tired or very ill. But while dying might be rubbish for you it’s a damn sight harder and a lot worse for those you leave behind, bereft. Ok, that’s part of the script, it’s on the side of the tin after 38 grams of sugar and before mono-sodium glutamate. But please don’t inflict your absence on us earlier than you really really have to. Do not give up. And while that applies in skip loads in the case of the Big D it also applies to ambition, hope, love, passion and all the other nuggety bits that make us interesting and fun to be around.