What if there were only sixty more holidays left in your life, or fifty more summers, or ten more times you’ll wake up early enough to watch the sunrise? What if there were only fifteen more times you’ll fall asleep listening to the ocean beat against the shore? What if you’ve already read your favorite book? What if you only have three more times to see someone you love? What if you only have one? How fast does that change things—to think that maybe you do not have forever, though it feels like you have so much longer to survive? How differently will your eyes set their gaze the next time you arrive at one of those sacred moments, those irreplaceable days? How much more will you pay attention? How much more will you see? https://t.me/thehabeshagirl
May 06, 2024There was this Danish philosopher called søren kierkegaard. He was 42 when he died. He believed he was going to die at the age of 33 because his father cursed god, and as a punishment, all of his children's will die before seeing the age of christ. And I don't know how many of his siblings died before 33, but he witnessed his siblings die before the age of 33. He was dead sure he was going to die before 33. So from 1841 until 1849, he published a total number of 19 books. In 1843, he published 9 books that single year. Would he publish all those books if he wasn't under that state of mind his whole life ? I don't think he will. The constant meditation on death is what will motivate us to do great things. But it is hard to fully grasp the idea that this existence is so fragile. Therefore "Memento mori". And in the rememberence of death you will find "memento viveri".
May 06, 2024