I have always had that attitude.

My best friend used to bitch at me for being so careful all the time when I was younger. “Bro, fucking just look at this snake! Quit being afraid of everything. Someone could run your ass over with a car on the walk back home and you’d bleed out wishing you had done something.”

He died at 18 in a car accident.

I mean, well, I always speak that attitude. I’m still not going around looking for danger. I do what I enjoy, which is modest by any standards, but if I wanted to eat nothing but ice cream and weigh 500lbs I would do just that.

No matter what I do, I’ll die. No matter how much I loved or hated it, I won’t remember any of it.