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The Eulogy Letter

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Dear Ms. Me,

I’m writing this one from the grave. Yes, you read that right, from the grave!

I attended our funeral, of course and was very unhappy with the turn out my dear. When your grandmother passed away they didn’t have enough room in your uncle’s church for all the people who came. I mean there were people everywhere and there was standing room only. Remember? Remember how you couldn’t believe how many people who courageously blunt woman touched.
Well, your funeral was nothing like that sweet heart. Let me tell you, the attendees included your family only. Of course your in-laws came and your husband showed up with his new soon to be bride. I mean I’ve never seen a widower so happy, OJ seemed more sorrowful than this guy. Oh and the new lady is gorgeous by the way.

They dressed us up in some tasteless garment, I wouldn’t even bury a dog in. But the worst part my dearest was the eulogy now that drilled the nails in the coffin, literally. I mean it was so bland and depressing. Yes, it’s a funeral but the people attending are still alive. That eulogy gave them nothing to look forward to living for. This is what they said:

Mrs. Me was the mother of two lovely children. She is survived by them and her husband Mr Ok. She was an aspiring writer who never reached her dream. She was a big dreamer but not so much a big doer. She started many things but her untimely death at the age of 60 didn’t allow her to finish what she started [you see that sarcasm, they're laughing at you   even st your funeral]. She was a beautiful woman in her earlier years but she stopped taking care of herself for sometime; which explains her death at such a young old. She will be missed but hardly remembered. Heaven is the only place she’ll have a mansion and she hopes to see you all there some day

Ms. Me if you don’t do something about that I’m going to come to you like the ghost of Christmases come and I’m going to haunt your tail until I scare you into action! MOVE IT! I wasn’t prepared to die at 60 and definitely not like this!

F.Y.

MRS. ME

How To Live Forever

Dear Har-old,

American novelist Chuck Palahniuk said,

We all die. The goal isn’t to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.

When an entrepreneur, an inventor, the mastermind, or just a person in general, dies, they always say WHO they’re survived by. For instance, Steve Jobs:

Jobs is survived by his wife of 20 years, Laurene, and four children, including one from a prior relationship.

The thing I dislike about being survived by a WHO is that person will eventually die themselves. That’s temporary survival. You want staying power. So, Har-old, would you like to know how to truly live forever? Be survived by a WHAT. An idea. A good one. A great one.

Instead of being survived by a WHO, a person with their own mind, be survived by a WHAT, YOUR mind.

You know how they say of someone who’s in la la land:

He’s in his own world. Physically here; mentally there.

Well, let’s reverse that in death da da land: mentally here; physically there. Here is living. There is gone.

The idea is to be survived by your energy.

I use to fear death. Then I discovered the power of my mind and the ideas it could produce. You know what’s so powerful about your ideas? They are instant businesses. It isn’t how fast you can think of a good idea, but rather, how fast this good idea can be a reality existing outside of your mind. And you’re becoming king of that. It is happening NOW.

The lightbulb is not on the top of your head. It’s in your head, genius. Your brain is the lightbulb, Har-old.

Futuristically yours,

Har+new

P.S.  I don’t think I’m done with that drawing. I think I should add upside down lightbulbs.

Death Is Written In Blood On The Mirror

If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you’ll most certainly be right.

Just like Steve Jobs, I want this quote to make a strong impression on you.

From now on, every morning, I want you to look in the mirror and ask yourself, “If today was the last day of my life, would I want to do what I’m about to do today?”

But I think this question is better in hindsight than foresight.

So, I want you to ask yourself this, “If yesterday was the last day of my life, am I happy with how I spent it?”

If the answer is “NO!” for 3 consecutive days, you NEED to change something. Something, Har-old. You have to! This is a must.

Apply what I told you in 3 Months To Live.

As I’m writing this to you, I’m listening to some music from your time. It’s this Kanye West song called Drunk And Hot Girls. He just dropped a gem that is proper for this letter:

You only live once; do whatever you like.

Futuristically yours,

Har+new

P.S. Listen to the third story from Steve Jobs Stanford Commencement Speech over and over until you get it. My favorite lines was, “Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.” Are you inspired yet?

The Killing Joke

Ledger’s Joker said,

“…You see, in their last moments, people show you who they really are…”

Fast forward to Joker’s last scene. Batman threw him off a skyscraper building to his supposed death and he did nothing but laugh.

The fear of death is the Devil’s favorite weapon.

Why?

Because no one knows. No one can prove definitely what happens after death. This uncertainty frightens people out of their wits.

Death is silent. Humans are machines of interpretation and explanation. They have to know. So, the churches help instead of hinder the Devil’s cause. How? Because they’re saying something. If the churches stop speaking and mentioning God’s opposition, his cause would suffer a severe setback.

There is no such thing as a place called heaven or hell that a person goes after death. Heaven and hell are on planet earth. Har-old, your life is either a heaven or a hell. And it can be both throughout a person’s life. Some people make heaven after going through a life of hell. Some people go through hell after making a life of heaven.

Flip. Flip. Flip.

But the few ones who were tired of life’s flipping nature learned there was a key to life’s pearly gates. And you know how they did this? They discovered you are born living a heaven on earth because you have power over your thoughts. BUT! Your thoughts are set to negative by default. So, if you neglect to take control of your mind, it will STAY NEGATIVE and it will get worse over time due to your indifference. That’s why you must constantly and continuously search for positive thoughts that pay rent in your mind.

You have to do two challenging things …

Escape a burning house.

And cross a busy street to get to the big white house with the pearly gates.

What will you save from that burning house?

Will you look constantly both ways and not be a victim of a terrible hit-and-run “accident?”

Life is serious but death is a joke. You came in crying so leave laughing. Fear nothing!

Futuristically yours,

Har+new

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The Balance of Life and Death

My Dearest Aezora,

Life and Death are a never ending cycle.  With one comes the other, dancing and flowing about one another like a ballet dancer on stage. Their dance is an intricate
one; the choreography new, and unknown- yet as old as time itself.  Its theory of chaos, and peace, is wrought with complexity- and unpredictability.

We have a manner of things to try to cheat death. Medicines created from plant life, animal life, synthesized to specifically treat one item or another, or life support, for one whose body can no longer sustain daily functioning, like breathing. Throughout all this, the lesson we are taught is still clear- death cannot, and will not, be cheated. He is not evil- as some believe. He is the true one, the only one, the ethereal balance between the lines we tread. Between the lines of life and death. With one step we could easily shift from one world, to the other.

During this period of your life I know you feel as if the shadow of death is creeping just beyond your field of vision. You see him and turn, only to see nothing. You can feel his presence, forever watching your every move.  Taken from you are a grandfather, and grandmother, whose lifetime of wisdoms were never fully passed on. Taken from you is a child, brought so closely to the world, to be lost before you even knew her. Taken from you is a friend, whose unconditional love made all other loss seem bearable- which now, is unbearable.

Though I know it is hard to understand now, and to believe this, their lives are not truly lost.  It doesn’t matter whether you believe in a heaven, hell, or even purgatory. They stand beside you, around you, within you- immortal within your memories of them. Call to them, remember them, they will come and in your darkest hour, provide the light that can guide you back from the depths of depression and despair.

Through you, they will live forever. Through you, they can experience a life they never were able to live. Through you, and your eyes, they can see their families grow.

Letting go is hard; but not impossible. Letting go does not mean you forget them. Letting go is an understanding  of temporary separation between you, your loss, and the powers that watch carefully over the balance which is life, and death.

Do not forget that they live within you.  When you live, you live for them. You laugh,
you cry, and you dance for them- an intricate weave of love and memories.

Do not forget- and they will live forever within you, and yours.

Always and always,

Futuristically yours,

Neuzora

3 Months To Live

If you had 3 months to live, would you do exactly what it is you’re doing right now? And if you’re not doing what you’re wanting to do, what are you waiting for?

I know what you’re waiting for … the doctor to say, “Har-old, you have 3 months to live.”

Like Napoleon Hill said,

Isn’t it strange that so often people have to be cut down by failure and defeat before they learn that they have minds capable of mastering all their problems?

9 months. Birth is predictable. When mother finds out she’s pregnant, birth months are foreseen. You live your whole life knowing your birth date. You know death is certain but you don’t know when it will happen, giving birth to the phrase, “Live everyday like it’s your last.” This is one of the unfairnesses of life. That’s why those people who get told they have 3 months to live, 6 months to live, are BLESSED. Yes, blessed!

They waste no time planning. They just do.

The wind blew this bucket over with a piece of paper in it. The paper is blowing in the wind, flying all over the place. Run and catch it. Read it. It’s a list. A to-do-list. Check marks are beside everything. There are dates beside every listed item. Notice how close the dates are to each other. “All of this in a few months,” you say to yourself. Things you say you have to wait for, be “patient” for, things you say you have to plan, know-it-all before you get started. Think that list was just written? No! Look at the quality of the paper. That list is old.

Har-old, you will soon meet someone who knows when they will die. This person won’t be sad. They will be carefree, happy, motivated and a kid again. Pick their brains! Study them. Adopt their 3 month mentality.

And you know who that person will be?

You!

Every 3 months you will die and attempt to out-do what you did in your previous life. Every 3 months you will re-create yourself. Every 3 months you will be re-incarnated into a more richer you, a more handsome you, a more healthier you, a more smarter you, a more livelier you.

Your dreams can happen faster than you think but don’t let failure and defeat be responsible for inspiring you to action.

Take responsibility for your life!

Futuristically yours,

Har+new