Because we don’t know when we will die
We get to thinking of life as an inexhaustible well.
Yet, everything happens only a certain number of times and a very small number really…
How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood that’s so deeply a part of your being that you can’t even conceive of your life without it…
Perhaps four or five times more
Perhaps, not even that.
How many more times will you watch the full moon rise…
Perhaps twenty…
And yet it all seems limitless.
~ From The Sheltering Sky by Paul Bowles
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