Memento Mori 7-28 -

I write this not to depress you, but to sober you. To wake you from the trance of the trivial.

Dum spiro, spero. Memento mori. (While I breathe, I hope. Remember you must die.) A wilting sunflower in a glass of water, with a pocket watch showing 11:59 PM. Caption: “7-28. Perfect numbers, imperfect time. Don't wait.” memento mori 7-28

I have interpreted this as a reflective journal entry, philosophical essay, or script for a video/social media post dated July 28th. I write this not to depress you, but to sober you

“I will die. But not today. Today, I will live as if I am already grateful for the memory of this moment.” Memento mori

Do not squander this improbable, temporary, magnificent chance to be conscious.

Every human being has two dates carved into their stone: the birth and the death. That dash in the middle—the hyphen—is everything. Today, July 28th, is a dot on that dash for you. Is this dot a good one? Are you spending it scrolling, worrying, resenting? Or are you spending it alive ?