Seneca watched people postpone living—always saving life for later, for retirement, for some quieter season that never comes. Meanwhile the days slip by, spent but not lived. He wasn't being grim. He was reminding us that the life we keep deferring is the only one we get. You don't need tomorrow to begin. You don't need things to be perfect first. The hours in front of you right now are real and usable. Pay attention to one of them. A meal, a walk, a conversation. Let it be enough as it is, without rushing past it toward something better.

Inspired by the old idea of memento mori. Written by Ugo Charles.