It’s the alarm clock that finally wakes you up to the fact that this is it. This messy, beautiful, chaotic, fleeting moment.
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? r memento mori
Don’t waste it. What would you do differently today if you truly remembered your time was precious? Let me know in the comments. 👇 It’s the alarm clock that finally wakes you