Sunday, January 15
When I visited him when he was a mere child, he cried that he wanted to make the world a better place. I let him be.
When I visited him when he was an adolescent, he told me that he could not possibly leave all his friends. I let him be.
When I visited him in his teens, he pleaded that he still had so many things to experience. I let him be.
When I visited him in his adulthood, he explained to me how crucial and important he was in his community and society. I let him be.
When I visited him during his old age, he argued how he still had not yet explored the world and experienced life fully. I let him be.
When I visited him during his final hour, he refused to let go of my brother, and wanted some more time to settle his unfinished business. I took him anyway.
People think that they have all the reasons to stay. Perhaps they do not understand, there is no good reason. I do not differentiate between young and old, rich or poor. I take who I may, with or without warning, quickly or slowly. I could have taken him anytime. He was lucky.
You may not be as fortunate.
Tonight you may close your eyes, never to open them again.
Memento mori.
You may not be as fortunate.
Tonight you may close your eyes, never to open them again.
Memento mori.