Carrying your death with you every day would make it hard to waste time on unkindness and anger and bitterness, on anything petty. That was the secret: remembering your dying time, in order to keep the stupid and the ugly out of your living time.
Books are for traveling without moving an inch. This week, I’m traveling back 10yrs and of all the books I had read during that time, I’m picking up my musings of some which took me to distant places, cultures and experiences. Hope you enjoy it!
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