Are we living or are we slowly dying?

It's a question I recently came across and my mind said,

hey, the second half of that is objectively true.

We are slowly dying.

Every day, every morning we wake up, we are one day closer to the end of our time here.

Our bodies, the air we are renting, with every breath we take, all of it signifies how temporary and finite this journey.

We are slowly dying. The question worth examining is, are we living? Emerson has a beautiful quote

where he says, it's not the length of life, it's the depth of life. Meaning, it's not

inconceivable that one could both have a pulse and sleepwalk through their entire existence.

You can physically be present and still not totally understand the gift that is in the palm of your hand.

And so, this is not a call for anything but for you to notice, to notice the choice, to notice

what's at stake, to notice the fork in the road.

In many ways, what happens out there comes down to those who notice and those who don't,

those who see the opportunity and capitalize, and those who know not what they have.

Remember, mistakes can be remedied.

Most missteps are completely reversible, even the most tragic steps backwards.

They're often a step forward as the dust settles and time plays its part.

What's impossible to justify though is never going.

Regret is a dead-end street.

It gives you nothing to rectify or adjust or improve.

You can't undo not going, not trying, never fighting for what you believed

in.

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