Texting Death: A Man's Final Social Media Post

Guys, I just walked into quicksand. I'm slowly drowning. I know I should call the police but they would never get here in time so I just want to say what a weird experience this is. Luckily I was holding my phone before I fell in, which is what caused the accident.

My life flashed before my eyes. I thought I would be upset, I thought I had been gypped out of joy and opportunity my whole life. But up to my knees in this slippery mud, I realize easily the immense charity this earth has given me. I can feel the endless stream of love enter my system, plugged into my heart like a reverse-vacuum filling it with fondness. I'm filled with memories of kindness and sympathy more than one soul can bear. My life bestowed me with beautiful fortunes, family, and friends, and even a few chosen hoes along the way to keep me company.

Even failures were part of life's success, for the promise they provide, as aspirations and dreams are enough to fill a man's heart. Every job interview, every half-bored car ride, every time Netflix has some stuttering, buffering issue, every gaze wasted peering at the horizon in silent contemplation, it all makes so much sense now. They're just temporary pauses to the influx of awesome other lives provide us, so we're not overwhelmed when we invent our next animation, airplane, or love.

So neck-deep in earth, eyes on the stars, I can't believe I wasted so much energy searching for a closure I kept secret from myself. I can't believe I spent all that time doubtful, insecure, suspicious, ambivalent and uncommunicative. When the answer to life's moments of despair is quite simply, to relax, and love, and let love in, and avoid quicksan.,.j.