to my mom (I’m such a bitch) part 2

to my mom (I’m such a bitch) who has cancer and for 40 years has pooh-poohed me when I have begged her and my now deceased (from heart disease and stroke) father to clean up their diets:

I guess my message would be: that life is short. Shorter than anyone could possibly imagine. So why waste it in jobs or relationships that have no real meaning.

Is that too vague?

How about:     don’t waste your short time with those who do not now nor will they ever fulfill and appreciate your true potential, the real you, your talent, your uniqueness.

Not to mention, they are no fun. You are not happy with them. They do not contribute to your sanity or serenity.

Or vice versa. Maybe it is on you for not contributing to theirs.

You don’t or can’t contribute to theirs.

I guess you need to know who you are and that isn’t so easy.

I think we know, but we are afraid. We have no confidence in our own beliefs.

Or maybe we are cocky about our beliefs and judgmental of others.