When change renders the known into the unknown, do not grieve what you’ve lost.

When you look at the desecrated future and know that all hope has been lost, do not despair.

When the last bits of flesh have been stripped from our bones and the winds and sands have smoothed over our rough edges, do not weep.

Meaning isn’t stored in eternal unchanging perfection. Life cannot blossom in a marble statue. 

We were born to grow, to change, to decline, to drift into the night. 

We are not living for a flawless ending. We are living right here, right now.

Don’t forget.