If you were one of those spoiled kids who's parents gave them a new car when you came of diving age, then I despise you. I had to bust my ass working since I was 14 to buy my piece o' shit 1985 Pontiac Trans Am. She was a real gem, let me tell ya. Just kidding, I don't hate you. After all, in a sense, we were all given a brand new "car" to cruise around in "down here".
Alright, what the hell am I talking about? At some point in time, some "thing"(God) somewhere(off the planet) decided to insert your soul into a brand new container/Human Body(sports car) and let you come down here for about 80 to 100 years and drive it all around the place so you could have good times and learn a bunch of shit. How crazy is that?
Now then, let's jump back to the kid that gets the car given to him by his parents. What kind of kid were you? Do you mash the shit outta that car? Keep it clean? Drive it in a reckless fashion? Take care of it like it was your baby? Let all the maintenance fall by the wayside? Fix it the second something went wrong with the highest quality parts you could find? Did you want the thing to last? Or did you not care? Did you honor your parent's generosity and take care of the gift that was given to you? Or did you trash the hell out of it?
Folks, your human body is the highest end sports car you could ever imagine and your soul is in the drivers seat. You have got to take care of your body. Your health very much so matters. You've got to exercise. You've got to eat right. You've got to maintain your mind. You've got to care for the exterior. You've got to take care of your container because:
A) You probably want it to run for a long time
B) It's a way to honor and show respect and appreciation for your creator
Those seem like pretty good reasons to me. Get on it, and don't stop working on it as long as you live...it matters, ya spoiled brat...
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