All right, fans, haters, and those who’ve accidentally stumbled upon this turf…
It’s Monday and it’s time to get off your fat duffs and go do something. And don’t even think about turning on your TV tonight.
You’ve got a dream in the back of that soft, fast-food-fed mind and it’s time you get up and get after it.
You realize you’re going to be in a nursing home in thirty years, right? What are you waiting for?
So today I read the story of George Orwell.
Wow. Did not know it. At all.
Did you know he only lived to be 46?
Oh, and he had Tuberculosis and was so sick he was confined to his bed. And still, the man wrote 1984 from his freakin’ bed.
What’s your excuse again?
You’re pathetic, you know that?
People for thousands of years have had no light to read at night. Have been stuck on farms doing field work or in factories working absurd hours in dirty, dangerous conditions.
And you women? You don’t get a pass either. Women have for centuries fought for more rights and now you have all these rights, aren’t forced into marriages, and you’re doing what? Watching reality TV? Worrying about a recession that has less than 10 percent unemployment?
Come on, guys and gals. Life can be so much more. Life can be so fun. A challenge. Precious.
Read the story of George Orwell (second story on the page) and thank God your soft, spoiled body — and your even weaker, pathetic mind — was born a mere one hundred years later than his.
And, you know, you could thank God by actually not taking this day for granted. By actually living your life to its fullest and maybe smiling and helping someone along the way.
Or, you could not. And see how fast that nursing home arrives, and remember then how you wished, would give anything, for just the chance to try for that dream you thought you’d never achieve.
Stan R. Mitchell
Oak Ridge, Tenn.
P.S. Please accept the greatest gift I can give.
P.P.S. Thanks to all who continue to make my novel Little Man, and the Dixon County War a huge success! It’s gone as high as No. 16 on the Amazon UK Paid List (see here and here), landing smack dab between a Louis L’Amour and Zane Grey book. Learn more about it here.