Jem

In The End, We All Fit In The Same Pine Box

Havasu Old Car Night. Iphone6s

This thing you’re spending every waking moment on, is it worth, as Seneca asks, the cost of your life?

Because that’s what you’re using to pay for it—time you can never get back.

In the end, we all fit in the same small pine box.

Or the same urn.

Remember that.

Let it humble you.

Let it put things in perspective.

— http://www.dailystoic.com

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