{"id":45,"date":"2013-02-19T05:28:18","date_gmt":"2013-02-19T10:28:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.bitterblacktea.com\/blog\/?p=45"},"modified":"2013-02-19T14:59:16","modified_gmt":"2013-02-19T19:59:16","slug":"afraid-to-live","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.bitterblacktea.com\/blog\/?p=45","title":{"rendered":"Afraid to live"},"content":{"rendered":"

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“Living the life of a chicken shit gets you nowhere. If you live to be 100 and some kid asks you to tell them tales of yesteryear you’ll have to tell the kid, “I was too afraid to do anything. I have no tales to tell. I didn’t live life to the fullest. I didn’t live each day as if it was my last. I just wanted to grow old and now I that I have, I have absolutely nothing to show for it. I never took any risks so therefore I have no tales to tell.”<\/em><\/p>\n

The kid says, “Well old man. When you die your epitaph will read ‘Here lies a man who wanted to live a long life, but life did not live with him.’ By the way old man, the wind will scream your epitaph out loud so others don’t end up like you. A long life filled with emptiness. Well, I’m off to see the world. There may be a possibility that my life may be cut short, but that’s a risk I’m willing to take. Who knows, I may live long enough to have kids of my own that I can tell my tales to and they’ll tell their kids and so on. So you see old man, no matter if I die in my 30’s, 40’s or even my 50’s, I may have not lived a long life but my adventures will live forever.”<\/em><\/p>\n

– Spoken by some dude on the internet.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

“Living the life of a chicken shit gets you nowhere. If you live to be 100 and some kid asks you to tell them tales of yesteryear you’ll have to tell the kid, “I was too afraid to do anything. I have no tales to tell. I didn’t live life to the fullest. I didn’t […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[21],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-45","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-anecdote"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bitterblacktea.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/45","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bitterblacktea.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bitterblacktea.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bitterblacktea.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bitterblacktea.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=45"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/www.bitterblacktea.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/45\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":53,"href":"https:\/\/www.bitterblacktea.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/45\/revisions\/53"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bitterblacktea.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=45"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bitterblacktea.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=45"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bitterblacktea.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=45"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}