Wednesday, 3 December 2014

Life is only precious because its finite.


As sad and dreadful as death may be, it forces us to cherish every moment. Because the truth is, life is precious because it's finite.


When you are immortal, you have to be reminded of beauty. Days stretch into years stretch into centuries. Time can lose its meaning. So, however long you live, even though that might prove a very, very long time, you must tell yourself to live every day, every hour, as if it could be your last.

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