Let each thing you would do, day, or intend be like that of a dying person.”
Marcus Aurelius, Meditations, 2.11.1
Because we already have a terminal diagnosis.
You think anyone is getting out of life alive? Everyone you’ve ever known, will know, could know, or couldn’t possibly know… everyone, throughout time: all will die.
Maybe we should stop pretending we aren’t slowly dying, and get on with living.
(See y’all tomorrow)