There are days when I get up in the morning and the normal aches and pains of my middle age seem a bit different. A little more pronounced and in spots that didn’t seem to hurt this way before.
At these moments, a phrase always comes to mind.
Memento mori…
Remember that you are mortal…
The thought doesn’t frighten me but only serves as a reminder that I have a finite amount of time here to learn what I need to learn, to see what I need to see and to say what I need to say. A limited amount of time to leave a reminder that I have existed in this world.
A short time to create what I feel needs to be created…
So I get up in the dark most mornings and trudge, sometimes achingly, to my studio and feel reinvigorated because today I live. Today I work. Today I leave a mark on this world.
And that is a good thing…
Memento mori.
