How many of us are moving through life, unknowingly drawing our final days, spending our last hour with someone we believe we will see next week, sharing our final meal with someone we hold dear, watching our last film, listening to our final song, or reading the last page of another’s story?
One truth about life, seldom spoken, is that with every day we live, we are also dying. From the moment we are born, we inch closer to death. We pass through life, accumulating loved ones, possessions, and experiences—but to what end?
If we are all merely running toward the inevitable, then let us accumulate all that brings us joy. Be remembered as a collector of everything and everyone you love.
— Sincerely, Boris
