Losing My Religion: Wake Up Call, Part 2

Even if blessed with a hundred healthy years on this planet…

… my time here is miniscule compared to the boundless time that preceded my birth and the boundless time that will follow my passing.

This stark realization in no way invites a life of resignation, despair, and meaninglessness. Quite the contrary. It renders my painfully short existence infinitely precious–and I must make the most of it.

And so, I choose to embrace my mortality by living with such audacity, passion, and courage that once is enough.



6 thoughts on “Losing My Religion: Wake Up Call, Part 2

  1. Well said, Frank. In some ways I think knowing our end is drawing near is a blessing. It gives us time to reflect, to appreciate, to love fully.

  2. In my brother-in-law’s family the kids refer to the time before they were born as “when I used to be dead.”

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