Our lives have an expiration date. We all know it. We just don’t want to think about it.
But what if we did think about it? What if we really sat with the idea of death and what this life of ours means, right, as opposed to what it should if it all ended tomorrow.
What if we compared it to how we are living it and how we wished we were living it.
What if we used our life expiration date for good. For the good of our souls, our wants, desires and the goodness of our true selves.
Ironically this enlightenment was inspired by something I saw on TikTok, one of the most significant comparison, procrastination, and life-expiration apps on the planet… Still, it really did strike a chord.
I’m paraphrasing, but it went a little something like this…
What if you lived your life every day the way you do right now.
It stays as it is for the rest of your days – whether 5 days or 14,610.
Then when you die, you arrive in heaven – or your place of faith – standing before your Maker, who, you think, is ready to welcome you home with open arms.
Except your Maker hands you a piece of folded paper – with a furrow between their brows.
You open that piece of paper, and it says,
“This is who you were supposed to be…
This is what you could have done with your life…
What did happen? What are we letting get in the way of the things we want to do, be, or achieve? Why are we holding ourselves back from being, doing or having what we want to be, do, and have?
I know that we can’t simply click our fingers and have it all. If it were that easy, we’d already be doing it, and if you didn’t have to occasionally look fear and uncertainty in the face and say, “Fuck you! I’m doing it anyway!” then what reward or pride would we take in it?
We need those daily reminders.
Those little post-it notes with your goals stuck on the walls.
The motivational quote, in lipstick, on your bathroom mirror.
It’s that tiny tattoo that speaks to you, the soundtrack you play on repeat, or the page you’ve earmarked in your favourite book.
It’s setting yourself up to be reminded of who the fuck you are and where the fuck you are going every single moment that you can. Without judgement, pressure, or disappointment in not always moving in the right direction but with pride that you’ve at least started the ride.
There is no rewind button, but you can press pause to reset your stance. Shoulders back, head high, and fist on hips.
Our best-before date is today and every day moving forward.
Do something with it. Don’t fuck around anymore. You are courageous. You are valued. You are getting a golden ticket to meet your Maker, you divine fucking Goddess, because whether you lived loud or soft, if you lived as YOU, then you are the luckiest living soul on this earth.
I promise to stand taller too.
I promise to take down my limiting beliefs, one bitch at a time.
I promise to make more time to do me.
I promise to set goals and find my way to them.
I promise to keep learning, and I promise that when I meet my Maker, they’ll be on their hands and knees worshipping my arse through those pearly golden gates while the choir will be singing:
“So raise your glass if you are wrong, in all the right ways…
All my underdogs, we will never be, never be, anything but loud and nitty gritty dirty little freaks. So, won’t you come on and come on and raise your glass! Just come on and come on and raise your glass for me!”