Don’t get tired
No resting in the cemetery
Everyone says it: “No time to relax.” “I’ll sleep when I’m dead.” “Plenty of time to rest in the grave.”
And at the cemetery there’s a sign: “Strictly no resting on cemetery grounds. Fine.”
Best reminder I know. Resting is for the living — later it’s against the rules.
Don’t get tired. You turn into just a bag of organs. When you’re tired you want nothing, and you still have to keep going. Like surfing: you lose speed, lose the moment, and get buried under everything you have to do. Instead of riding the wave, you drown in it. And we call it fate.
It’s convenient to be tired on weekends and “rest” from the week. It’s like freediving: if your ears hurt, you should have equalized earlier. Same here: if you’re tired, you should have rested earlier.
You don’t work music, you play it. It’s not a race to the final note. Same with life: it’s not about reaching retirement faster.
Rest while you’re alive.