Life is too short to count all your wounds
We measure days in tasks completed, rarely in moments cherished. While you catalog past hurts and anticipated disasters, seconds tick away—never to return. Your heartbeats are finite; spend them wisely.
Life is too short to carry burdens that were never yours to bear
We collect worries like treasured possessions, displaying them in our minds. Yet these invisible weights—others’ expectations, constant comparison, the pursuit of perfection—steal our peace and presence. Most will be forgotten tomorrow.
This moment—right now—is life
Not after you solve your problems or reach your goals. This imperfect, unfinished instant is your one true possession.
The choice is yours
With each sunrise comes a new invitation: to worry less and wonder more, to replace anxiety with attention, to trade perfection for presence. Life may indeed be brief, but it can also be breathtakingly beautiful when we dare to live it fully, right here, right now.