Imagine that you are standing on a stage, behind a closed curtain, waiting to perform and impress the hundreds of adoring fans out there in the audience. Now, imagine that the curtain goes up and you are standing there naked. Completely naked.

But, then, right when you feel the most vulnerable and the panic begins to well up inside you, you wake up.

Ah, you've woken up, but now realize that you are not naked in front of hundreds of people, but naked with someone in your bed. A stranger. Also naked. Of the same sex. "What did I do?" you wonder. You feel freaked out and panic. And you wake up.

For real this time.

Only now, you realize that it's late. You've missed something and you can't remember what. You panic, feel vulnerable and freaked out. You know it wasn't a meeting or an apointment that you missed. So, as you ponder this, you make your way to the bathroom. And look in the mirror. That face. It isn't you.

Or, is it?

The person looking back at you is old and wrinkled and frail. What the hell is happening?

And, no, you are not dreaming.

You are old and you remember what you forgot. You missed a whole lot more than just a simple meeting or appointment. You missed out on life. You forgot to live.

Don't ever let this happen to you. Wake up each day, strut naked, have crazy affairs, let your hair down. This is not and never will be a dress rehersal. Don't live safely - Just fucking live.

"It's life, Sidda. You don't figure it out. You just climb up on the beast and ride." - Divine Secrets