One afternoon over winter break, my twenty-something son and I looked through the senior pictures of his high-school yearbook. “Law school, pre-med,” he said as we turned the pages, “gap year, Army . . . . “ Then we got out my high-school yearbook. “Heart attack, cancer,” I said as we turned the senior pages, “car wreck, suicide . . . . “
Memento mori: remember you must die. Embrace every day as a gift not to be wasted or taken for granted.
Carpe diem…!
Whoa!!!