Standing in my dead father’s apartment, cleaning it out, sifting through
all his belongings and writings, one thing crystalizes in a way that
transcends cliché
. Savor every bloody
moment of aliveness. Don’t delay the delight to a day that may never
come. Don’t wait for the last breath before you wake the f*#k
up. Savor every smile, every breeze, every kiss, every meal, every
walk, every sleep, every sprinkle of faith. None of it is an illusion.
It’s all the real deal. Savor the gift of breath.
Jeff Brown
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