I don’t give a fuck what you think about me. You’ll be dead soon. Even if it takes another sixty years. That’s good enough for me.

Sometimes we get so caught up in the moment we lose sight of the fact that none of this shit really matters.

It doesn’t matter what people think about you. It doesn’t matter what they say about you. It doesn’t matter if they hate you.

You just have to ignore the noise and focus on living the life that makes you happy.

Fuck the haters. Fuck the critics.

They’ll all be dead soon and so will you.

Life’s too short to pay attention to these people. They’re like a disease, stealing your energy, your time and your life. The more you worry about what they think, the less you’re able to focus on what matters to you.

The shit they say might hurt you and piss you off. Feel the pain, get pissed off then move on with your life. Don’t respond to them. Don’t react. Don’t try to understand them. Keep things in perspective and know that what you’re doing with your life isn’t about them … it’s about you.

And remember, that idiot will be dead eventually. Even if it takes a while, they can’t beat biology.

(Thanks to James Altucher for the reminder and inspiration. I stole a couple of his thoughts that resonated with me and my stupid little life.)