Live While You Fucking Can
Your life is an accident, conceived in a cheap sports car.
Well, maybe, or maybe not. The point is, you likely would not exist if our parents, grandparents, and great grandparents were sexual prudes who didn’t drink, smoke, and get down. I don’t believe that any life is truly an accident, but many times, women get pregnant without actively wishing for a child at the time.
Your parents were probably under the influence of some kind, whether that be a little alcohol, some shitty pot, or maybe they had just smoked a cigarette on Lover’s Lane.
And here you are, afraid to take a puff and afraid to drink liquor because its not completely optimal for your current self improvement trajectory. You’re living like a monk. This is okay in certain periods of your life, but if your goal is to continue your bloodline with a woman of your choosing, you’re going to need to be able to let loose sometimes. That doesn’t even mean you have to get fucked up on drugs or alcohol, but let loose mentally, and be willing to take risks and chances. You should look fate in the eye, and tempt it. Feel that spark, and ride it.
Buy a pack of beer and go to some old road outside of town. Don’t worry about the cops pulling you over. Turn up the radio. Do some donuts in a grassy field. Put it in park, open your door, go open hers, and pick her up out of the seat like she weighs less than a feather. Spin that beautiful girl around until you feel like you might throw up that coors you drank. Live. Smile. Laugh. Embrace. Kiss her lips. Kiss her entire face. Set her up on the hood of your car, let the moonlight flood through her long hair. Let her eyes meet yours, let her wrap her legs around your waist as you hold her.
This is a moment you will never forget. But no, you were too worried to drive with beer in the car. You were too worried to do a burn out while actively drinking said beer. You got soft hands boy.
Allow yourself to live dangerously in the name of love and passion.