Hello, Survivor, it’s me, your Constant Reminder. I am your memento mori. You don’t need a damn skull on your desk to remember your mortality. You tell yourself I’m just abdominal adhesions—we both know I’m here to tell you, what happened before could happen again. You fret about the why when knowing why wouldn’t mean you could avoid it in the future, or if you knew why, whether there would be a damn thing you could do about it.
We need each other, you know. I exist only as long as you feel me. And I grab you from the inside to say what you need to hear: Live life! Laugh! Let your people know that you love them. Tempus Fugit, my friend.