Ah, you want to know about me? My name is David. Confidence? I had more than enough. Pride was my middle name. Women? Hehe. I had a special way with them.
But it wasn't always like that. Let me tell you how everything changed.
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I used to be just a normal guy. You know, the kind of person you see on the street and don't give a second glance? Zero confidence, always looking down, no boldness. I was one of those guys who went unnoticed. There was nothing special about me.
Then, one day, my life turned upside down. I remember exactly the day the doctor gave me the verdict: one year to live. It was like a punch in the gut. My first reaction? Total denial. I looked at the doctor and thought, "This guy doesn't know shit." I told him to fuck off and that I was going to sue him for giving me the wrong information. I was in shape, felt great, for fuck's sake!
But the doctor was serious. So I went to another one, and then another, and another, just to confirm. And, unfortunately, they all said the same thing. I really was going to die.
It was a shock. The ground fell from under my feet. Just imagine, you're living your life, and suddenly you find out you have an expiration date. It's fucked up.
I kept wondering what to do. Keep working? Quit and live off fast food? After all, I was dying anyway, so what else could happen? I decided to go to work and formally hand in my resignation.
As soon as I walked into my boss's office, before I could even open my mouth, he started rambling on about the company's problems. He talked about the clients, the losses, and, believe it or not, he blamed me for not doing the reports. I was speechless. Seriously? This son of a bitch is blaming me?
I had always worked more than I should, put in extra hours, not just doing my job but three people's jobs. I always accepted everything without thinking about my health. And now he's telling me it's my fault? Fuck that! With blood boiling in my eyes, I told my boss to go fuck himself and gave him the middle finger. I quit and walked out the door.
But the fat bastard wasn't happy. He came running after me, saying I couldn't do that, that he needed me, and if I stayed, I'd be his right-hand man. Instead of feeling joy, I just felt more rage.
Ten years, for fuck's sake! Ten years in that shitty company, being humiliated and never getting any recognition. And now, when I'm dying, he tells me I'm essential to the company? Fuck you! I didn't need that anymore.
But it made me think: if I had been more assertive, if I hadn't let people walk all over me, would this have happened? If I had demanded my rights or recognized my worth, maybe I wouldn't be in this mess now. But now? It's too late, just one year, one year…
Wait. Am I still stuck in the same old mindset? Thinking it's not worth changing, that nothing makes sense.
Fuck it, one year is still better than nothing. I decided to live this one year as if it were the last. Which it will be! Haha
So, with the severance pay and what I had saved up, I got a nice chunk of cash. It wasn't enough to live in luxury forever, but for one year? Easy. I had no family, no one to help or answer to. I had always been alone in this world.
I decided I was going to spend every cent!
So I started my new life. With the severance money and my savings, I decided to invest in a bike and adventure. I bought a used bike, but it was in great shape, and I threw myself into the world of open roads and endless parties.
The first stop was a small town where I bought a leather jacket and boots. It seemed cliché, but damn, it was the best purchase I ever made. The bike and the new clothes were my passport to a new world. I went to bars where the music was loud and the beer was cold.
As time went on, life got more interesting. I got involved in all kinds of adventures you can imagine. I remember one time when we were at an illegal race. It was a deserted track, full of curves and potholes, and the guys were betting big. I was there just to have fun, and I ended up in the race.
The first few minutes were chaos. The adrenaline was pumping, and I was giving it my all not to fall behind. I passed a bunch of guys, many of them seemed to be in the race just to keep up appearances, but I was there to win. When I crossed the finish line in second place, it felt like I had conquered the world. Winning wasn't the most important thing, but the feeling of being truly alive was incredible.
Life went on, and I kept riding, always looking for the next thing that made me feel alive. One night, I found a group of bikers at a bar in the middle of nowhere. They were having a competition to see who could drink the most and still ride their bike. It wasn't the smartest competition… I joined, and surprisingly, I won, which was a shock to everyone, including myself.
Days went by, and nights turned into a series of parties, races, and encounters with all kinds of people. One time, I even got into a bar fight because some idiot said he didn't like my face. How dare he? I use moisturizer every day! In the end, I walked away with a scar to remember it by.
Once, I even took a temporary job at a ranch. I needed a break from the road and thought it would be interesting to spend some time in the countryside. It was an interesting experience: helping take care of the animals, doing heavy tasks, and learning to ride a horse. It wasn't exactly a wild adventure, but it was a good rest and an opportunity to see life from a different perspective.
Sometimes, loneliness would creep in. The freedom I had was amazing, but there were moments when I wondered if there was more to life. But, fuck it, if I only had one year, I was determined to enjoy every moment. I spent money without thinking much about the future because, for me, the present was all I had.
Ooh, there was that time I stopped a robbery. Fuck, that was insane. The guy was robbing a supermarket, and how much time did I have left? Five or six months? Even if I died right there, I would have lived a good half-year. I had never acted out of courage before, so I decided to take a chance. And guess what? It worked! The robber didn't expect some random dude to fight back. I even ended up in the local newspapers, hehe. That earned me some fame for a week or two, but that wasn't the best part.
The store owner's daughter came to thank me, and, well, one thing led to another. We ended up spending a night of passion together. That's when I really discovered the forbidden fruit: women. After that, I could honestly say I lived a good end of life. Every woman I found attractive, I went after. Some were married, others single. I didn't care, they were the ones in a relationship, not me. They were the ones who should respect their relationship, but not everyone thought the same way.
The husbands, at least, didn't like it one bit. They would come after me every week. Sometimes I'd win the fights, sometimes I'd lose. One time, one of these guys even came to beat me up in front of a bar. The place turned into a warzone, with tables broken and everything. In the end, I taught him a lesson, and he never showed up again.
In the last two months, I became obsessed with skydiving. The feeling of freedom and the vastness of the world from above were simply surreal.
Each jump offered the sensation of being totally free, small in the face of the immense planet. The wind on my face, the feeling of diving into the void, and the panoramic view of the earth below were all I needed to feel truly alive.
I spent most of my time planning and doing jumps, perfecting my techniques, and soaking up every moment of that unique experience. Skydiving wasn't just a form of adrenaline for me, but a way to escape the limitations of everyday life.
For my final act, I decided to do something special. Instead of hiding or feeling sorry for myself, I organized a big skydiving event. I invited friends and acquaintances to join me in a group jump, a farewell gesture.
On the day of the event, I was radiant, grinning from ear to ear. The sky was clear, and the wind was perfect for the jump. When the plane reached altitude, I positioned myself near the door, eager to jump.
As I jumped, I felt the same euphoria as always, but this time it was even more intense. I did one last spin, one last dance in the air, as if it were my farewell to the world. I felt total freedom, knowing I had lived every moment to the fullest.
When I landed, I was met with applause and hugs from my friends. It was a triumphant farewell, a fitting ending. I spent my last days surrounded by the people I had connected with over the past year.
Even as my body weakened, my mind and spirit remained free, just the way I always wanted.
In the last month, the disease finally became unbearable. I was vomiting blood, and my body was giving in to the crazy, intense days I had lived. To escape the pain and find some peace, I decided to take a trip to an isolated place, far from the noise of life.
During that trip, I found a quiet spot and sat in a chair, watching the sunset. The colors of the sky reflected my life – a vibrant, fleeting mix of intense and unforgettable moments. I let myself get lost in the beauty of the moment, and there, at dusk, I fell asleep for the last time.
A few days later, I was found. My journal was beside me. On the final pages were my last words:
"I lived an entire life in just one year. Every moment was lived to the fullest, each day was a gift. If you're reading this, know that I regret nothing. Life is short and unforgiving, but it's also beautiful and full of possibilities. I threw everything I had into this game and left satisfied. Don't mourn my departure, celebrate the freedom I found and the life I lived. If you learn anything from my story, let it be to live fully, love deeply, and never stop chasing what makes your heart race. Until the next adventure, wherever it may be. Goodbye, and thank you for everything."