For the Love of Life, Live

Life is a once-ever opportunity.

How close to death do you need to get before you understand?

Life is a once-ever opportunity.

A rare universe fuck up that breathes, feels, and dances as magic through veins.

Life is your once-EVER opportunity.

Can you feel it as it drums against your skin?

Look in the mirror. Can you see yourself alive?

Do you recognise that you are one of the rarest things in this infinite universe?

Life is our once-ever opportunity.

To be alive. Here. Sentient. A life.

You are fucking amazing.

Drink the wine.

Eat the carbs

Make love.

Dance.

Tell people what they mean to you.

Create.

Sing.

Find the words to tell your truth.

Speak up.

Speak kind.

Listen to the wind on a gentle summer's day.

Let the rain drench you.

Hear the birds cut the dawn from the night.

Whistle along to the breeze.

Wear the poncho.

Smoke the weed.

Hug your neighbour.

Write your heart out.

Paint your point of view.

Lie down in the grass.

Dream with psychedelic abandon.

Roll down the hill through the buttercup-festooned clover.

Walk shoeless through the sand.

Collect the shells.

Feel the rhythm of the waves against your naked body.

Compliment a stranger.

Hug the trees.

Breathe in the scent of a lowly flower.

Wear your hair down.

Laugh at yourself. You are funny. Enjoy your personal madness.

Cry because you feel it.

Dissolve into the night.

Look into the starry sky and find your place amongst the sparkle of forever.

You are a life with a once-ever opportunity...

and...

You are incredible.