A few hundred words

When you die, they sum up your life in a few hundred words at your eulogy.

Every little thing you’re flustered over right now, the tiny mistakes you made and will make, the big fails you felt you could never recover from… will not be in those few hundred words.

After that few hundred words, people might remember you for a generation or two. Fifty years. Hundred if you’re lucky. Beyond that, nobody would know about your life, your existence. It’ll be as if you never existed.

So what’s really holding you back right now?

It’s nothing, when placed on the infinite scale of the universe and time.

Just go fking do it.