I’m just happy that as I write these lines, I can quietly enjoy my iced soda, the music and sure as hell — finally bid farewell to those noisy, difficult to breathe, and hard-to-chew days (metaphorically speaking).
[a long sigh]
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Life doesn’t promise us a smooth highway.
Life doesn’t promise us even a Life jacket itself as we get drowned in the ocean of our own formless thoughts.
Life doesn’t promise us objectivity of all the good as well as the bull –shits we’re mixed with.
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.