“Life’s journey is not to arrive safely at the grave in a well-preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting “holy shit, what a ride!””
-paraphrased from Anonymous, received as a text message from my hiking partner Scott
If that one doesn’t make sense to you, try this one:
“And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.”
If neither makes sense and/or you’re still puzzled, there’s not much I can do for you because I’m not a necromancer. As the man said “get busy livin’, or get busy dyin’.” Not doing anything is equivalent to the latter.