Been practicing my writing skills by making short speeches I call micro speeches. Here is my first one. It’s titled “Play On”
One day we’re all going to die. Life’s drama will end and all actors will bow before exiting stage right for the last time. We fear death. Panic attacks are conjured at the mere mention of our ephemeral existence, but I’d like to invoke a new attitude towards death. A view that inevitable termination is liberation rather than oppression.
Death renders everything meaningless. Every person, every event and everything will eventually pass on. This is great news. Every embarrassment, mistake, and regret you ever made and ever will make is guaranteed to be scrubbed clean. So, what’s there to lose? You’re already destined to have every memory, object and relationship stripped away at death. So, why hold back?
Life’s like a board game, in which, all the pieces return to the box. Everybody wins, death is the prize and how you play doesn’t matter. So play on and play hard.