Why I will never waste another minute on a hangover

‘It is not that we have a short time to live, but that we waste a lot of it.’ – Seneca

When I read these words from one of my heroes, Seneca, my mind jumped straight to a topic most of us avoid — death.

Even writing the word feels uncomfortable.

But the thoughts I had were not dark or morbid. They were strangely uplifting.

A realisation hit me with absolute clarity:

No one is guaranteed a long life.

Fate can cut the thread at any moment.

Saints, heroes, villains — all meet the same ending.

Being a “good person” doesn’t buy you a peaceful old age or a gentle passing in your sleep.

In that moment of reflection, I felt something powerful — a sense of gratitude and strength.

A confidence that right now, in this chapter of my life, I’m finally making the most of it.

Of course, it’s easy to think clearly while sitting here feeling fit and healthy. But fate doesn’t care about my current condition.

A drunk driver…

A sudden illness…

A random tragedy…

None of these look at your present fitness before deciding your future.

Life is fragile.

One slip — and it’s gone.

Yet this didn’t feel morbid at all.

It felt liberating.

If I were to leave the great theatre of life tomorrow, I could do so knowing this:

I have lived.

The Jumping Rock

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So… what now?

Should I start crossing roads with my eyes closed?

If I’m no longer afraid of the future, why invest effort into living well in the present?

That little mental journey gave me a painfully simple answer:

👉 Because understanding the fragility of life doesn’t make you reckless — it makes you determined.

Determined to enjoy every second.

Determined to nourish your body with food and movement that give you strength, energy and vitality.

Determined to protect your mind like a precious gem — because it is one.

Determined never again to let a hangover steal even a minute of your time on this planet.

It’s time to lift my head, smile at strangers, and step fully into the life that’s been waiting for me all along.

I’m not afraid anymore.

Nothing and no one can take this life from me before its time.

There’s nothing to lose — only more to add.

I won’t sit and let fate write my ending.

I’ll write my own script.

And whether my play lasts another 20 minutes or another 70 years, I’ll savour every single second.

Andy