As survivors and procreators, we unravel stories that at their root are not dissimilar from the habitual behaviors seen in nature. But as beings who know they will die we digress into episodes and epics that are altogether dissociated from the natural world. We may isolate this awareness, distract ourselves from it, anchor our minds far from its shores, and sublimate it as a motif in our sagas. Yet at no time and in no place are we protected from being tapped on the shoulder and reminded, __ou__e going to die, you know._ However much we try to ignore it, our consciousness haunts us with this knowledge. Our heads were baptized in the font of death; they are doused with the horror of moribundity.

Why wait for your happiness to come from your future blessings, when this moment already has all you need to live happily?

An evil mind will always live with the ghosts of its decisions and actions.

The fate of your dream lies in your actions.

The true fate of tomorrow lies on what you make of today.

Learn to focus on the light ahead instead of dwelling on the darkness that's already behind you.