Death stalks us every day like a hungry wolf waiting to smell our weakness. It pounces revealing her crooked teeth. It is in this moment that we make a decision. Do I want to live or is today the day I die. Death cannot win when we fight back. It's when we stop giving a fuck that the wolf chomps on our deathly remains. Time takes away that fight. Sickness takes it away too.
Fear the dog and he will bite.
Be strong, brave and fearless and the dog usually backs down.
Who is going to play the alpha?
We can't cheat death. We can't run from it.
The only thing we can do when faced with the cross-eyed beast is to show it who's in charge.
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