Translated simply, it means: “Remember that you will die.”
At first, it sounds morbid. Morbid, dark, and the kind of thing you’d expect to see scrawled on a gothic painting or a heavy metal album cover. I’ll admit, when I first stumbled upon it, my instinct was to scroll past. Why would I want to spend even five minutes thinking about the inevitable end? r memento mori
Here is the paradox I’ve discovered:
There’s a Latin phrase that has been following me around lately: . Translated simply, it means: “Remember that you will die
It’s the alarm clock that finally wakes you up to the fact that this is it. This messy, beautiful, chaotic, fleeting moment. it sounds morbid. Morbid