Write a letter to your 100-year-old self.
Do not be too harsh with others. Be harsh with yourself.
Do not do to others what you wouldn’t like done onto you.
Do not be hasty. Do not jump to conclusion.
Do not put people or things on pedestals.
Do not have any regrets for that which you have done.
But don’t repeat your mistakes. That’s diabolical.
Learn, re-learn, and un-learn. You will never lack for anything.
Love your family and your kin more than yourself. Be faithful to them and they will be to you.
Hate your enemies. They deserve it. If you can, crush them, see them driven before you, and hear the lamentations of their women.
Live life as if it ended tomorrow.
And when your time comes, as it sure will, as it does for everyone, remember it is better to die facing fearful odds, for the ashes of his fathers, and the temples of his gods, than any other way.
I write this to you, old man, in case you’ve lost all your marbles.
If you can still read, pass this on to your nephews’ and nieces’ children or grand children.
Make your life mean something.
No regrets.
Götterdämmerung 