Be True to the Truth

“We are always complaining that our days are few, and acting as though there would be no end to them.” – Seneca

I know that the title of this post is, at best, tortured language.

I wanted to get your attention and draw your attention to the Truth that we all will die.

Let me repeat that: we all will die.

So let’s live now, while we’re alive.

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