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What will you choose?


Do you really want to bring yourself to an early grave? 

Doing drugs,

driving wrecklessly,

drinking alcohol?

All things that can kill you. 

Yet you decide you want to do that stuff early on in life

and it can kill you. 

Just because everyone else does it

does it, doesn't mean you have to too.

You think it's cool.

When really it's lame and stupid and doesn't get you anywhere in life,

except, possibly dead.

That's not the way to live your life.

Dying isn't cool. 

Laying in a wood box,

Six feet under with a stone above your head.

A stone that has your name and age on it.

People will look at that stone and think

"Dead so young, what a pity."

Or

"Such a waste of life, dying so young."

Yet they don't know how you died

And they feel pity for you? 

You're the one who made the stupid decision 

that caused you to die so young.

No one made you pick that choice. 

You are the only one to blame.

Do you really want pity from someone you'll never meet?

Or live and amaze people with your choices and long life. 

Do you want to bring yourself to an early grave?

Personally? 

I wouldn't, I happen to like living. 

You have a life ahead of you,

What are you going to do with it?

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