Another Luke theory on Life:

The older you get, the more your life is worth.
Think about it:::::

Before you come into this world, when you're just a fetus, you're life is worthless, you can literally be thrown into the trash.

Then you are born and you're a baby, you have no posessions, no speech, no nothin'. If you die here people won't care. They will say "aww thats a shame", but nobody really knows you, they just feel sorry for what you could have been.

Next you're a kid and you have maybe a backpack and a lunchbox. This is probably the saddest part of your life to die in. I know a kid who was around this age and fatally got hit by a car. His mom been messed up ever since, like she had been the one hit by the car.

Lets skip to your twenties. My age. You have a car, but no house. You have gathered up a bunch of shit and junk and possessions, mostly worthless, but sentimentally to you they are worth something.

Late life you have a car and a house and a wife. Maybe you have kids early in marriage. All of the sudden you are worth a lot more to people. Maybe you're the breadwinner, maybe you're a stay-at-home dad, it doesn't matter. By this time you have many friends and many old baseball cards.

You die like Hugh Hefner with an estate and buried with 3 blondes. You have accomplished something. Or you die like a bum in the street, a piece of chicken pesto pizza given to you by some asian kid. You have accomplished nothing.

::::: Life is determined by what you do with your pile of junk you are handed. Its what you do with your shit that determines everything.

Likes and dislikes. When you're a baby you are fed a certain food, maybe its a certain color. You don't like the food, and hence don't really like the color. Later in life you are given a choice for a color of a car, and don't pick the color you don't like, the color of that food.

preach on.