This saying occurred to me the other day, because I was thinking about everything I’ve put my body through — all the concussions, the multiple broken teeth, the stitches, the heart condition, the cuts and bruises and tears — and it’s safe to say I will not arrive at the end well-preserved. At least I’ll use up what I’ve got. At least.

Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming ‘Wow! What a Ride!’