The river doesn't apologize for its pace. The oak doesn't justify its seasons. The wolf doesn't measure its worth in productivity metrics or quarterly goals. And neither

When I mentioned to a friend recently that I was contemplating memento mori (the ancient practice of remembering one's mortality), she quickly responded, "Well, that's morbid." I

You stand in the doorway of your carefully constructed life; the career you climbed toward, the home you stretched to afford, the relationships you maintain, the obligations you've accumulated like faithful

For those who've built the life they were supposed to want and found it hollow... For those who've reached the summit only to discover it wasn't their