Sliced Coconut : It's Sliced, Not Broken

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Proceed at your own risk.

Have you ever played one of those old arcade games, when you start with five lives, and you got sweaty hands when your life count was down to 1 because you knew if you lost that last one you had to start over again?

Those games were incredibly deep if you think about it. Just like real life. Only in reality, you start with one life, and you have to assume there is no starting over when it’s lost. The latter part may be open for discussion depending on your personal beliefs, but I think we can agree one the first part:

You only have one try at this life.

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Take a pause and let this sink in. One life. This life. No kidding. This is your one chance at this.

Aren’t we all pretty much living like this wasn’t the case? Like this was just one of many attempts?

Think about the last week. Let’s assume you are 40 and let’s say you’ll make it till 80, then you’ll have roughly 1040 more weeks to live like the last one. That sounds’ like a lot, doesn’t it?

Here is how much it looks if every ‘X’ is one week:

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That’s 240 months.

Not really this much of a small number either. But see how it looks if one ‘X’ is one month:

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Sure, you may be only 20 years old and have lot more Xs left. But then again, maybe the next X is your last one. You just don’t know.

At this point, I suggest turning off that phone, tablet or computer. I leave the rest to you. Have a good life.

 

 

 

 

 








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