Ok ok,
“The hard truth is that, everyone one of us is dying, moment by moment, day by day. That is the inescapable truth of this existence. It is a realisation that can hit us with utter fear to make us immobile or energize us with impatience to find a memory in every action. To be alive, under sunshine, or starlight, in weather fair or stormy.
To flutter with every step, be they through gardens of flowers or through deep snows.”
Cheers.
ps: Getting there is the problem.