MEMENTO MORI(REMEMBER DEATH)
Memento Mori(Remember Death)
I once believed that life was sweet, a precious gift meant to be savored and enjoyed. We're born to live, to experience, to cherish every moment. But why, then, do we struggle? Why do people suffer and die? Why can't we stay forever, basking in the beauty and wonder of existence?
It seems paradoxical that we're born to live, yet mortality looms over us, casting a shadow on our brief time on earth. Since my birth, I've never seen someone defy death, never witnessed a soul transcend the confines of mortality. We're all bound by the same fragile thread, vulnerable to the whims of fate.
Why must we struggle, facing hardships and pain, when life's purpose is to find happiness? Is it not enough that we're here, breathing, thinking, loving? Must we also confront suffering, loss, and the inevitability of death?
Perhaps the answer lies in the fleeting nature of life itself. Maybe our time on earth is meant to be brief, a spark that flickers brightly before fading into the darkness. Yet, this realization only deepens the mystery: why must we leave?
As I ponder these questions, I'm reminded of the countless lives cut short, the potential unfulfilled, the dreams left unrealized. The ghosts of what could have been haunt us, echoing through the corridors of time.
My dear brothers and sisters, No matter how high you rise in life, no matter how deeply you invest in its pleasures, remember the land that awaits you. The land where all beauty fades to sand, and all possessions lose their luster. Your wealth, your treasures, your accomplishments – all will turn to dust, no longer yours to claim.
As you stand tall in your success, recall those who struggle to stand at all. The poor, the marginalized, the forgotten. Reach out, lend a hand, for in their struggles, you see your own mortality.
And to those who know poverty's sting, do not lose heart. Even the wealthy, with all their riches, cannot escape the same fate. We are all bound for the same destination – the unknown.
Rich or poor, we are equal in death's eyes. Our social standing, our bank accounts, our achievements – all are rendered meaningless by the great leveler.
So let us not be blinded by our temporary stations. Let us look beyond the veil of wealth and status, and see the shared humanity that unites us.
For in the end, it is not what we accumulate that defines us, but how we love, how we give, and how we live.
In the end, the question remains: why can't we stay forever? Is it because life's value lies in its brevity, its preciousness heightened by its impermanence? Or is it simply the natural order of things?
_Alabi Ololade O.
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