How long do we have to feed our minds with our useless gnawings, mindless chatter and clouded dreams. Do we need to know its our last day on earth to start living like we are meant to? Is it enough to go complaining all the way to the deathbed? Is it really worth it, living like the walking dead, waiting for the next meal, like a good dog rewarded for being quiet and the same. Is that why you and not your neighbour is still around? To keep doing, living and accepting the same? Is this your legacy, what you want to leave of your name?
Glory does not come before pain. Rewards do not exist before struggle. Achievement is not complete without effort. Why then are we comfortable whining for the rewards whose work we have not done?