The day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.

Jean Cocteau
The day of my birth, my death began its walk....
The day of my birth, my death began its walk....
The day of my birth, my death began its walk....
The day of my birth, my death began its walk....
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This quote is a reminder that we all have a limited amount of time. We must live in the present moment and not dwell on what might have been. There is, in fact, no use in looking back at what’s past. And, there’s no use in worrying about a possible future. The only thing we can do with our time is live it to the fullest, doing our best to make the most of every moment.

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