Bangkok, August 18, 2017 — Day 4/365
When I started writing today's blog, I had plenty of time to finish a couple of paragraphs. I wasn't happy with what I had written, so I took a break. I took a break and in seconds I was off to the Land of Nod. When I woke up, I forgot about the blog and began reading my book Unf*ck Yourself. If you can get past the title, the book is actually quite thought provoking. After reading a few pages, I remembered The Blog. I want to get back to sleep, so I will leave you with a few heavy paragraphs from the book.
Imagine that you're on your deathbed. You heard the beep...beep...beep...of the monitor nearby. your health is critical, and you've only got a few hours to live. You can feel your heartbeat and energy slide.
As you lie there, you start to look back on your life. You never made the change you wanted. You stayed stuck in that same job, that same relationship, that same overweight body until now, the day you die.
You read books, but never applied them. you planned diets, but never followed them. You told yourself what you were going to do, psyched yourself up a thousand times, but you never did it. You started dozens if not hundreds of life-changing escapades and then wilted.
As you lie there in your hospital bed, loved ones cycling in and out over the course of the day, what do you feel?
Regret? Remorse? Sorrow? What would you give if you could go back to this moment —the one in which you're reading this book—and do things differently? If only...