When I Die.

Memento Mori. Remember, you will die. I surround myself with the Stoic reminder. It propels me to get out of bed some days, when all I want is to hide under the covers. It propels me to deal with the anxiety and stress, when I want to run away. It propels me to go places with my love, because you never know if it is the last time. It propels me to enjoy every moment I can, because I know it will end. So, don't come looking for me after I die. Know that I lived each day as if it were my last. Now, get up, and get out there and smell the grass and the roses.

When I die,

Don’t come looking for me.

Don’t look for me in the bushes

or in the grass.

I won’t be there.

Don’t look for me on a cruise ship

going nowhere.

I won’t be there.

Don’t look for me at my place of work.

My working days are done.

I won’t be there.

Don’t look for me in your photographs,

two dimensional copies of an image of me.

I am not there.

Don’t look for me in your house.

I am not there.

Don’t look for me in the streets of the city,

blaring chaos all around.

I am not there.

Don’t look for me in Heaven or Hell.

If I am there,

You can’t find me yet.

Don’t look for me while you are living.

You can’t find me yet.

Live your own life,

as if there were no tomorrow. 

Eat life like a last meal.

If you really want to find me,

Look into your heart and mind,

Because I live there,

forever.