Memento Morí
I’m going to die.
Maybe not today. Maybe not for years. But it’s coming.
And there’s no escaping it. No shortcut. No hack. No mercy.
Everything I build, everything I fear, everything I chase—it all ends the same way.
This isn’t depressing. It’s clarity.
“You could leave life right now,” Marcus Aurelius said. “Let that determine what you do and say and think.”
Knowing I’ll die makes me move. Makes me mean it.
I don’t have time to waste. None of us do.
Memento mori: remember death—so I can finally start living.