Death at your Doorstep

Most people live like they’re immortal.
They scroll. They wait. They hesitate.
They tell themselves, “I’ll start tomorrow.”

Time is ticking, you are dying.
Every hour that passes is an hour you never get back.

One day, sooner than you expect, your name will be spoken for the last time.
The world will move on.

And all the things you could have done—
the strength you could have built,
the empire you could have created,
the love you could have experienced—will die with you.

That’s why you need a little panic in your soul.
Not the kind that paralyzes you—
The kind that ignites you.

Imagine today is the last:
The last smile
The last hug
The last handshake
The last laugh
The last kiss

So why are you scrolling instead of building?
Why are you waiting instead of acting?
Why are you comfortable instead of hungry?

Every day is borrowed.
Treat it that way. Wake up, get moving, and live like the reaper is at your door.

Because he could be.

—Yanni