If You Had Five Years To Live, What Would You Do?

From: The Desk of Maverick Brenton.
Subject: A Race Against Time.

I want you to imagine it.

You’ve just finished another day working at the job that does nothing except keep you comfortable and just above water.

Now it’s time for your monthly check up with Doc Collins – the friendly neighbourhood Doctor.

The day behind you was long, tiring and boring.

You spent it answering emails, filling out paperwork, making phone calls, gossiping with your co-workers and asking permission to take a piss.

You know?

All the silly bullshit that comes with working a normal job with normal people in a normal world.

And you think about how much you hate it, as you wait in the waiting room for Doc Collins to call your name.

You think about how great it would be to wake up without an alarm clock.

You think back to the days when you awoke with a smile, excited for life.

You think about how your precious time is traded, hour by hour, for some shitty little pay cheque at the end of the week.

A pay cheque that is swallowed by bills as soon as it hits your bank account – leaving you just enough to go out on the weekend and party with your dipshit friends.

Sometimes when the rest of the world is asleep, you find yourself wondering:

What happened to me?

You followed the rules, you did what you were told, you aced your exams, you got yourself a good degree, you got yourself a decent job – and now you’re just like everyone else.

But there’s a problem with being like everyone else.

What’s that?

It fucking sucks.

You used to feel like a man – used to, man.

Now you spend your days in an office, making another human richer and taking orders from Suzy.

Hurts to think about it, doesn’t it?

But you swallow it all, and you pretend it’s fine – just like the rest of em do.

It tastes like cat piss, but you swallow that nasty shit and you pretend you love it.

Then the rationalisations begin:

I’m a hardworking man, you know. This is just how it is. I gotta pay my dues like everyone else. I wish things were different, but it could be worse – I could have cancer. One day it’ll all change for me, and I will be able to do the things I want to do.

Doc Collins emerges from his office.

“Charlie Chickenshit?”

As you hear your name, you snap out of your daze and get off your fat ass.

Now you wobble down the hallway like a penguin, greeting the Doc with a smile as you enter his office.

He doesn’t say too much.

It looks like Doc’s had enough of prescribing drugs to sick people, he just wants to go home and watch Game of Thrones.

But when he sits down across from you and stares at the floor between you both with an empty and grim expression, you start to get nervous.

You’ve been seeing old Doc Collins for years and he ain’t ever done this before – somethings up.

Then you remember:

You had your blood work done recently, along with some scans, to test for possible causes of your chronic fatigue, depression and general fat assery.


That’s what you think to yourself as the heart starts racing.

It beats faster as Doc Collins looks up at you.

“That blood test, and the scans we did a few weeks ago..well the results have come back and..umm..”


“Not only are you a loser who has wasted his best years living in fear, but you’ve got cancer Charlie.”

He stares at you with an empty face – you stare at him in shock – and the last ten years of your pathetic life dance through your mind.

“Due to where it has spread, we can’t help you and you’ve got about five years at the most if we begin treatment now.

Better get living, friendo.”

You have no words.

So you just stare at the ground.

Everything you want to do but haven’t done – flashes through your mind.

Suzy and her bullshit no longer matters, work no longer matters, your bills no longer matter, you fancy car no longer matters, what people think no longer matters.

None of it matters.

Only now do you realise that none of it ever mattered.

But the countdown has begun.

You’ve got five left.

Are you gonna wake up tomorrow morning and go back to taking orders from Suzy?

Are you gonna go out with your loser friends and put poison in your body?

Are you gonna keep putting life off, like you’ve got forever?

The Answer Is Obvious:

You’re not gonna do any of that bullshit.

You don’t have the time.

Not anymore.

And this is what it takes for most people to make a serious change – it takes Major Pain and his steel capped boot deep in their fucking ass.

Everybody lives like they gonna be living forever until they realise that time don’t work like that.

All the things you tell yourself you’re gonna do, all the experiences you think you’re gonna have, all the money you tell yourself you’re gonna make.

Guess what?

None of it’s gonna happen.

The future is created in the present moment.

It’s created by the things you choose to do RIGHT NOW.

How you can possibly expect everything to change in the future, if you spend the present moment doing nothing?

If you’re waiting for a miracle, a lottery win, a free pass – I got bad news.

You’re a delusional dipshit and you ain’t getting anything.


That’s how broke jokers explain their failures and make themselves feel better – it’s the term poor people throw at rich people, in an attempt to mask what they know deep down:

“I could have been like that, but I’m a fucking loser instead.”

Most people never go anywhere or do anything exceptional because they stay put within comfortable lives that keep their basic needs satisfied.

Give any man a regular pay cheque, a girl to suck his dick and two days off each week – I guarantee his ambition will slowly rot away until he ends up doing nothing.

His balls will shrivel up like a couple of sun dried tomatoes and he will never do anything worthwhile with his life.

That’s why it pays (big) to be dirt poor with nothing.


When you are dirt poor with nothing – you can do one of two things:

1) Lay awake at night crying about how terrible your worthless life is.

2) Lay awake at night with pupils the size of fucking marbles, consumed by the hunger to rise up and become somebody.


It’s all or nothing baby.

There’s no in-between in my world

Remember what the cocaine snorting and hooker slamming British Billionaire Felix Dennis said?

Let me remind you:

A salary begins to have an attraction and addictiveness all of its own. A regular paycheck and crack cocaine have that in common.

In addition, and more to the point, working too long for other people can blunt your desire to take risks.

This last factor is crucial, because the ability to live with and embrace risk is what sets apart the financial winners and losers in the world.”

Don’t believe him?

Go work a comfortable job and you’ll learn.

I’ve watched grown men bitch and moan and complain about their boss – only to kiss the man’s ass when he comes around to check on their work.

They go from tough guy to tittie suckling bitch in less time than it takes me to bust a nut after a two month dry spell.

Now here’s a pop quiz for you:

What is one trait that will allow you to separate a winner from a pathetic loser?

How they talk about who they work for.

If somebody talks shit and complains about their boss all the time – they’re a Professional Ass Kisser who will spend the rest of their life pulling pubic hairs out of their teeth.

If somebody respects and admires who they work for, even if they don’t really like them – they’re a winner.

Why is that?

The winner respects and admires their boss because their boss has the balls to run their own show and build their own business, which is what the winner eventually wants to be doing.

The loser talks shit and complains because they’re a fucking loser.

And it’s these losers who act like they’re the shit, until the boss man comes around.

Then they shut their mouth and cower in fear.

But fear of what?


Fear of losing their job, their pay cheque and being thrown out into the wild where they gotta survive on their own.

What a way to live your life – tiptoeing around with shit dribbling down your left leg.

Let me tell you from experience exactly what happens when you quit, or are fired from a job:


You stop giving away your time to earn money and you stop earning money.

Then you either find a way to make your own money, or you get another job – that’s all there is to it.

Understand this:

In your comfort and security, life is passing you by with every tick of the clock.

Chances are the things you want to do are never going to happen unless you make the decision right now to go and do them.

Like I always say – time never stops, it continually moves forward no matter what.

Just like it did for me when I spent almost three years of my life doing something that I had no true interest in.

Why did I keep doing it?

Fear of what people would think, if I quit.

And you know what I discovered when I decided to quit?

I discovered that nobody gives a fuck what you do – they might criticize, talk shit, talk down – but at the end of the day, they don’t give a fuck what you do, and you can do whatever you want to do.


Being told you have five years to live, changes the way you live, because it gives you something called perspective.

You suddenly see what matters and what does not matter.

You suddenly see what you want and what you do not want.

If you’re waking up every day, wishing for something different and not wanting to get out of bed – you need to do something about it.

Each day that you spend feeling like that, is another day lost to the past.

You don’t get those days back.

You know that, right?

If you spend your twenties living somebody else’s life, trying to please people, and cowering in fear – then your twenties were spent living somebody else’s life, trying to please people and cowering in fear.

I don’t recommend that.

What I recommend is what Benjamin Franklin recommends:

“Either write something worth reading, or do something worth writing about.”

Or you can do both of those things – just like me.


Now the good news is you don’t have five years to live:

You have an entire lifetime ahead of you.

And thanks to modern health care – you’ll probably live to spend Christmas with your great grandchildren.

So make the most of the time you have and go do what you would do if you really did have only five years to live.

Quit that job, start that business, lift those weights, write that book.

Life’s a buffet, man – get in there and get busy.

Before we finish up, here is a great quote from Into The Wild that will give you one last kick in the ass:

“So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, conformity, and conservatism, all of which may appear to give one peace of mind, but in reality nothing is more damaging to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future.

The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure.

The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun”

Christopher Mccandless: 1968 – 1992


Your Man,
Maverick Brenton.

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