Today is July 28th. The air is thick with summer; the crickets are loud, and the year is more than halfway over. But in the grand calendar of the universe, this date means nothing. It is an inch of sand falling through an infinite hourglass.
I write this not to depress you, but to sober you. To wake you from the trance of the trivial. memento mori 7-28
“You could leave life right now. Let that determine what you do and say and think.” – Marcus Aurelius Today is July 28th
Remember You Will Die: Notes from the 28th of July the crickets are loud
You are still here.
“I will die. But not today. Today, I will live as if I am already grateful for the memory of this moment.”