“He who fears death will never do anything worthy of a man who is alive.”
A haunting, visceral depiction of a man suspended between life and death—his body muscular yet mottled with decay, one half of his face stripped to bone. His eyes carry the weariness of wisdom, and his stance suggests both proclamation and farewell. Draped in a worn cloth, he rises from a cracked stone base like a relic awakened. The word MEMENTO MORI lingers faintly in the background alongside ghostly skeletal echoes, tying the figure to Seneca's enduring call to face death daily. This image captures the raw duality of existence: flesh and ruin, breath and silence, presence and disappearance. A visual metaphor for philosophical rebirth through the recognition of life’s brevity.
“He who fears death will never do anything worthy of a man who is alive.”
— Seneca the Younger
You’re here.
Which means something inside you is stirring.
Maybe you've been hesitating. Waiting.
Telling yourself not yet. Later. When I’m ready.
But what if that fear that’s been stopping you—
that silent panic you’ve been calling caution—
was actually death already gnawing at your ankles?
Seneca didn’t write this for soldiers or kings.
He wrote it for anyone who’s ever stalled their own becoming.
You don’t have to be dying to act like a ghost.
All you have to do is let fear talk you out of your own life.
Fear of death doesn’t protect you.
It paralyzes you.
And in the process, it steals your life while you’re still breathing.
This quote is a mirror. Hold it up. Ask yourself:
What have I not done because death might be near?
What have I refused to start because it might not last?
What dreams have I buried under the excuse of “safety”?
Because if fear of death is dictating your choices—
you’re already dead in spirit.
Speak to Them Now
If you're watching this and you’ve lost someone,
you know how fast it can all be gone.
And maybe that’s what woke you up.
Now you carry their name. Their silence. Their unfinished dreams.
Don’t let fear turn their memory into another excuse to stay small.
Write the book.
Say the thing.
Start the ritual.
Begin the eulogy before the body is cold.
My Work Is for the Living
I write eulogies.
Not just for the dead—
but for the living who are ready to live like time is not guaranteed.
If you need help saying what matters—before it’s too late—
I’ll help you put it into words that outlast death.
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