Note: Tomorrow is my natal day anniversary, marking the penultimate year of my seventh decade of life in this world. Today, I share another thought of the meaning of my mortality.
Whenever I perceive (as I do, from time to time) the present moment as a bridge to cross from my past to my future, then I have failed to see (thus, forfeiting the opportunity) to take hold of “now” so, in the current moment, to draw closer to tomorrow’s treasure.
Such a loss is all the greater as the number of my tomorrows, day by day, diminish.
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