💀 Memento mori. Vous allez mourir. Jed McKenna le rappelle sans détour. Et pourtant, vous vivez comme si ce moment n’arrivera jamais. Vous repoussez. Vous attendez. Vous remettez à plus tard. Comme si le temps était infini. Mais chaque jour qui passe vous rapproche de la fin. Et vivre sans cette conscience est la plus grande illusion. Se souvenir de la mort n’est pas morbide. C’est ce qui rend chaque instant réel. 💎 Lisez L’Esprit Inébranlable. Le lien est dans ma bio. #jedmckenna #philosophie #pouvoir #psychologie #france

You live like if you never died. Like if, even if you died, it was a static situation, not a condemnation, but the truth is more simple. You are going to disappear slowly and everything you call later is going to die in silence. You plan. You hesitate. You wait for the good moment. It doesn't exist. Every day that you live is not a regret. It's a day in less. Every breathing is a debt that you break into the dead. And it is still recovering. You don't lack discipline. You lack confrontation. You have reduced the dead to support your mediocrity. Because if you really look at it, you don't live like that. The dead is not your enemy. It's the only judge. Incorruptible. It is mocked by your excuses. It is crass, your illusions. It reduces your ego. Nothing. It is already there. In front of you. Silence. It looks at you, gaspies. What it will take you. And you continue. Distrains, sleep, worry, forget. That's it. Your life. Anglicement to the end. Macking in routine. Then approach you. Go there. Where is it? Think about your own end. A community. How to do it? Because a man who accepts his death. It becomes dangerous. He doesn't negotiate anymore with time. He uses it. And you. You consume your day. Like if you could have bought it. But when you open your eyes, it will be too late. If you want to stop living as a man, develop a cold lucidity and use the time as a weapon, rather than the sublime. Lise, the spring. It is unbearable. The link is in my bio.