Life is only special because it will never last. For what is a moment that never becomes a memory? What could be the purpose in that? Sunsets. Goodbyes. Tears. Laughter. We cling to them and memorize them because they all fade away and we do not know the day nor hour we’ll meet again.
Imagine never having the opportunity to take a risk. Imagine a life where at some point new things no longer exist. That is a life without death.
I love the way I do because I know I am not promised tomorrow. And this does not mean there is no point in making plans for tomorrow, although easily mistaken so.
Live knowing there is meaning in every moment because no moment lasts. Every second could be your goodbye. Every first could be a final and every sun could forever set.
We live with an urgency in our heads. We hold people like we’re not sure when they’ll disappear. We run like maybe we won’t be able to catch up if we wait.
I am not morbid for saying the meaning of life is death.
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