And when you go to sleep, whisper: “If this was my final sunset, did I live it, or just survive it?”
Here’s a blog post draft for you. It’s written in a reflective, personal voice suitable for a lifestyle, philosophy, or personal growth blog. ‘Memento Mori’: The Uncomfortable Reminder That Set Me Free
isn’t a threat. It’s a gift.
Here is the paradox I’ve discovered:
There’s a Latin phrase that has been following me around lately: . r memento mori
I cry easier at movies now. I tell people I love them more often. I hold the door for strangers with a genuine smile because, for all I know, that simple act of patience might be the last nice thing I get to do.
Translated simply, it means: “Remember that you will die.” And when you go to sleep, whisper: “If
It’s the alarm clock that finally wakes you up to the fact that this is it. This messy, beautiful, chaotic, fleeting moment.
When you wake up, say to yourself: “I am given this day. It is not owed to me.” It’s a gift