March 10 · Reflection
Memento mori, remember you will die, sounds grim until you sit with it. The Stoics used it not to frighten themselves but to wake up. When you truly remember that your time is limited, small grudges lose their hold and ordinary moments turn precious. You stop saving your good self for later. You say the kind thing now. This isn't about fear. It's about not sleepwalking through a life you only get once. Today, let the fact of your own ending be a quiet reminder to be present, to be kind, to not waste an afternoon on resentment. The clock is part of why it's beautiful.