One day when I am on my deathbed, I will look back on this day and it will seem like yesterday. And this is the truth, the truth that we can already see, about our childhood memories, our memories of youth. All those years in between, they are an illusion, the idea that we can count them, or the hours or minutes in them, all our planning it is all a lie.
The truth is when we are old, on our deathbed, on the day that we die, this will be yesterday, and so, therefore, that day is tomorrow, we will die tomorrow. If we live cautiously or irresponsibly, with fear or with wonder, if we lust for life or are afraid of it, it is, still tomorrow that we die, still yesterday that we lived.
And so, I want it all. I want life, I really do. And anyday that I live must be worthy to be my last day, because it is. Because there is no future to wait for or plan for. There is only today, and the day after yesterday.
The truth is when we are old, on our deathbed, on the day that we die, this will be yesterday, and so, therefore, that day is tomorrow, we will die tomorrow. If we live cautiously or irresponsibly, with fear or with wonder, if we lust for life or are afraid of it, it is, still tomorrow that we die, still yesterday that we lived.
And so, I want it all. I want life, I really do. And anyday that I live must be worthy to be my last day, because it is. Because there is no future to wait for or plan for. There is only today, and the day after yesterday.
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