Your mind will take the shape of what you frequently hold in thought, for the human spirit is colored by such impressions.
~ Marcus Aurelius
This is not rocket science.
You don’t have to ask a terminal patient what it’s like to be able to go through a normal day — merely breathing easy with their lungs, stealing smiles, feeling painless, and cherish and celebrate every single day of their remaining days; and at the same time also having to go through fear that — any one moment could be the end of their chapter.
Please take a moment and re-read what I just wrote above and please don’t rush there.
My grand mother who passed away 6 months ago opened me to this remarkable, starling realization without saying a word.
That to me ‘Memento Mori’ will always be of significant utility than ‘Carpe diem!’ aphorism.
To say the least —
I cannot emphasize enough that everyday’s a fresh road.
That yesterday ended and will never be the same way again.
That today will forever be the most important day of our entire one full life.
That we are ephemeral beings and so are our problems.
That, death is inevitable.
That nothing in life presented to you is not fresh.
“Man does not simply exist but always decides what his existence will be, what he will become the next moment. By the same token, every human being has the freedom to change at any instant.” ~ Viktor Emil Frankl, Man’s Search for Meaning
If we were to live for the next 50 years, We will approximately have
600 months,
2,607.14 weeks,
and 18,250 hours left.
Nonetheless, looking at these numbers
should, wake us all up from our deepest pits of despair and disgust, excuses and expectations, unfaircompromises and loudcomplains.
and must, for obvious reasons push us into thinking that even if we’re to waste a single hour of our remaining time on something that’s not adding any … and I fucking mean a.n.y value to our lives — we rightly so deserve to be living an unfulfilled-painful-wasted life by our own accord.
You see, with clean numbers, maths becomes a breeze.