Stop drinking the weaksauce. No big deal.

Sometimes the universe speaks to me and usually it strikes up a conversation by injuring me.

Case in point: spraining my ankle.

You see, I have played sports my entire life. I've had ridiculous adventures climbing trees, cars and ice mountains. I used to say my ankles were rubber since I'd roll over them about 50% of the time I'm on my feet. Yet, I have never injured anything below the shoulders. Then, in my more sensible years (i.e. a couple weeks ago), I sprained my ankle hopping down from a truck. It wasn't even a big truck! It is the most pathetic injury of my life. I may as well be 80 years old and breaking my hip trying to bathe myself.

Throughout my adventurous and jockish tendencies, I've had many inevitable injuries, but I played through them. As a result, I toughened up. And now that I don't go on any questionable adventures I suddenly sprain my ankle hopping out of a car. WOW. The absolute lame act of injuring my ankle feels like an unavoidable message from the universe. To endure such pain by such pathetic means made me realize I need to make an important change in my life: I need to start doing more awesome, adventurous and potentially dangerous activities, God willing.

Moral of the story: there is always time to have fun without concerning yourself of the risks. That's how the BEST memories are made: You never expect or anticipate the awesome events you share with your friends over and over again. There may not or never will be a reason to do said things, but don't worry because once you've done them (and recovered) you'll know exactly why you did it and why you'll never regret it.