In a great scheme of things, what would change if I die right after publishing this post?[su_pullquote align=”right”]Fuck Birthdays’, again![/su_pullquote]

Sadly, nothing!

Who’d give the real fucks to my dead self?

Family. Few kind souls. Mostly, no one!

Who’d celebrate my half-baked, wildly flaymboyant life? Who’d tell all my authentic stories and perhaps laugh on them? Or least, share my original recipes for a complete, fulfilling, fertile life, right, … right after my life line had been cut off?

By and large, no one!

No one! no one! No one.

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Thence,

Dear Bros’,

That’s how much insignificant and trivial we all are. Or at least to my true senses, I a.m.

That’s how little tomorrow matters or any day of sorts matter at all.

Fuck Birthdays’ again!

So so so, here’s a life saving unsolicited advice to all my dear amigos.

An important Lifehack per se.

[su_quote]You literally don’t have to spend your precious seconds with someone you don’t like or for fuck sake — waste your fucking breathe on something or over someone you don’t want to.[/su_quote]

Pufffff!!! Brain blasstttt!! Phewwwww!

So so so, take and make use of your most precious freedom, freedom of life, freedom of expression and freedom of existence for as long as you have it, for as long as you are here!

And one last thing — in the language of one of my mentor, a celebrated poet Mr. Charles Bukowoski, “Don’t Try”.