You only live once?
No we don’t.
We live every day
but we do only die once.
Die inside a lamborghini in a car crash.
Die of alcohol intoxication.
Die on the floor of your Beverly Hills apartment.
Die in a fire trying to save someone.
Die in an explosion of a science discovery.
Die in a war that nobody dares to fight.
Die pretty. Die young. Die dead.
There aren’t famous-everyday-words
but there are famous last words.
We live in a world where
people care more about how you die
than how you lived.
Because how you die says a lot
about how you lived.
A cop who was never late for work his whole life dies.
Of cocaine overdose.
In a brothel.
He will not be remembered
as the responsible officer but the one
that lies dead in a puddle of shame.
YOLO was made to present the idea
of reckless young people not giving a shit about regrets.
It’s somewhat a very suitable expression for them
because honestly, regrets don’t really matter.
They really don’t.
Until we meet our last one.
YOLO, but what if the next moment is your last?
I can’t tell how I’m going to die,
but one thing I do know is that
I don’t want to die dead.
I don’t want to die just like that.
I don’t want to die with a last regret.
I don’t want a YOLO death.
Die pretty. Die young.
You only die once.