Before I Die

I'm sick, yes I'm dying of cancer, but that's not why I'm sick. I'm sick of doctors, nurses, therapist, group leaders, consolers, and even my parents telling my to be carful. "Don't drink alcohol, don't ride the roller coaster, don't swim too long" you get the picture. Basically I'm living my life like I'm a bubble and everything in the world is a pointy object. So I'm done, I'm going stop living my life carefully , and live it more carefree. Nothing is going to stop my cancer, it's terminal. So why live my life like a bubble? I've got around 3 months to live, that's about 13 weeks, or 91 days, or 2184 hours, or 131040 minutes, or 7862400 seconds! But who's counting? I need to make everyone of those 7862400 seconds count. So what you're about to read is my list, my, Things To Do Before I Die, list, and I'm going to do everything that's on that list if it kills me. Because life is meant to be an adventure and trying things for the first time. So, when's the last time you've done something for the first time? It took me learning I was going to die to start living my life to its fullest potential, what's it going to take you?