Death crosses the finish line first.
It turns, looking for the foolish human. The one who bet Life on winning a race everybody loses.
But the track is empty. The human is nowhere in sight.
Death leans against its scythe and waits. And waits and waits.
Decades pass.
And Death continues to wait.
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Remember when summer lasted forever? Or when Christmas Day took soooo loooong to arrive?
Suddenly, the years are blurring by.
Why?
Because the clock ticks faster the older we get. Because we shut down the beginner’s mindset and stop looking at the world through the eyes of an explorer.
Our child-like wonder turns to hard-coded behaviour. We start to live on autopilot and everything becomes predictable. Stale.
Everything starts to fly by.
Like it or not, you’re in a race with Death.
But you have the power to rig the game. Each day, you have the chance to stretch the track.
- To get distracted and make unplanned pit stops
- To take detours and look for hidden treasures
- To keep it fresh and fill your cup
By doing the unexpected more often. By pushing yourself to grow. By learning random, useless facts just for fun.
And living in the fucking moment. Because time’s only guarantee is Death.
You win the race when you accept the inevitable. When you choose to experience Life and make each second matter.
You win when you live and let Death wait at the finish line.


Awesome article. For me personally death is always in the back of my mind but in a purely exploratioal sense. I dot not fear death ( as long as it doesn’t hurt like fuck in the process) but I’m in no rush for it to come. I’m very curious and excited to see what the actual fuck happens when this shell gives out and what happens to my soul if their is such a thing.
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Death is just another adventure, my friend. “Memento Mori,” as the Stoics say. Appreciate you taking the time to read and comment. Cheers.
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