Remember death - Memento mori

 

Complexes of strange consciousness and awareness of death, which have always been in the corner of my mind since puberty - sometimes thoughts, sometimes feelings, momentarily experiences through events, sensibility that comes from the aftermath, and their own definition and even the concepts were indeed a long standing partnership with me. Perhapsthe biggest thing I ganined through a series of such times was the rationalization of 'it's nothing big' rather than the extreme courage of 'let's see you next time'.

 

Thanks to this, I made a great contribution to a reality where there is nt much in my hands, but I was a decisive inducer who mad a futile work of discovery of meaning. Of course, there were many times when I was swayed by wandering, lamenting, and sometimes bubbling desire for victory at the moment I passed through the tunnel, but even if I went down a pathe I did not go, I would not have been able to climb the stairs higher than I was in the end.  

 

It is quite natural that the energy of life preservation is coded as the first categorical imperative. Always like a stranger, I am persuaded by other feelings and excluded meanings. The problem is that a strong sense of self - consciousness remains strong enough to support it. Perhaps this is because the energy of the transferred life is pouring out its power dramatically. Whatever it is, it is not at all unfamiliar now. It's like a screen that has been shown to me. 

 

Everyone will find their own sky, but at least to me, the sky looks like this. 

 

Source: https://blog.naver.com/jree44/20196096185