We are gathered here today to get through this thing called life.
Electric word: Life.
It means forever and that's a mighty long time.
|There are better tributes out there.|
But this one is mine.
Remember to go crazy this weekend, party like it’s 1999, jump in that little red Corvette, and don’t worry about being too demanding or never satisfied—it’s what Prince would have wanted.
The Eiffel Tower, and numerous other landmarks turned purple yesterday. Niagara Falls was actually in celebration QueenElizabeth II birthday. I don’t want to say a “happy coincidence” because there’s nothing good about a 57 year-old dying—royalty or not.
If there’s an upside, it’s multi-faceted. Introspection, retrospection, a shared sense of community, and perhaps a celebration of life. The death of celebrities, especially those we cared about, or remember fondly, or simply remember because they were part of the cultural tapestry of our youth, brings us back to a relative reality—we’re all mortal.
No one gets out of this life alive.
The only good part of that is the sense of urgency that places on what we’re about. Today, I’m picking up my pen (i.e. keyboard) and getting back to work on my third book. I won’t have much of a legacy to leave my boys, but I’ll be damned if I’m not going to get a few more books out of me before they pry the mouse from my cold dead hand.
You don’t have to be rich, to be my girl
You don’t have to be
Don’t have to be cool
To rule my world
Ain’t no particular sign I’m more compatible with
I just want your extra time and your