R Memento Mori (100% Confirmed)

It’s the alarm clock that finally wakes you up to the fact that this is it. This messy, beautiful, chaotic, fleeting moment.

There’s a Latin phrase that has been following me around lately: . r memento mori

Here is the paradox I’ve discovered:

When you feel angry about traffic or a spilled drink, pause: “Is this worth the sand falling through my hourglass?” It’s the alarm clock that finally wakes you

I cry easier at movies now. I tell people I love them more often. I hold the door for strangers with a genuine smile because, for all I know, that simple act of patience might be the last nice thing I get to do. Here is the paradox I’ve discovered: When you

At first, it sounds morbid. Morbid, dark, and the kind of thing you’d expect to see scrawled on a gothic painting or a heavy metal album cover. I’ll admit, when I first stumbled upon it, my instinct was to scroll past. Why would I want to spend even five minutes thinking about the inevitable end?