Don’t treat this like a morbid quiz. Treat it like a nudge. Next time you’re scrolling through your phone and see “Sebastian Eubank died at 31,” don’t skip past. Think about the gym session you skipped. The friend you meant to text. The way you felt yesterday when you were too tired to cook. That’s life—messy, ordinary, and precious.
Sebastian’s story isn’t about boxing. It’s about being human. So, if you remember one thing from this article, let it be this: 31 is the new reminder. Not to be afraid, but to be awake. Like that moment you realize your coffee has gone cold—but you still drink it because it’s yours. That’s the spirit. Go live your Tuesday.
