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Facing our own mortality, figuratively speaking, can be a catalyst to finding happiness in being alive. This episode is about our own deaths and how they can put everything else into perspective. If you don't want to think about any of this right now or ever, it's better to skip this one. Otherwise, if you want to hear some poems about our mortality and some things to consider on the subject, join Mayra in this thought-provoking episode.
What's Memento Mori Lab?
Memento Mori Lab is our permission slip to experiment, try new things, and keep bringing ideas to life. In my case, that means writing mediocre poetry, some stories and scripts, doodling, and recording this podcast. Memento Mori reminds us, we are going to die. Whatever creative endeavor you've been postponing, now is the time to take action.
Available on Spotify, Apple Podcasts, and anywhere you get your podcasts!
Instagram: @memento.mori.lab
Twitter: @mementomorilab
Poems
Never to Now
The pendulum swings from now to never
My days are numbered but not written
Missteps remind me of Death's breath,
By Mayra GomesFacing our own mortality, figuratively speaking, can be a catalyst to finding happiness in being alive. This episode is about our own deaths and how they can put everything else into perspective. If you don't want to think about any of this right now or ever, it's better to skip this one. Otherwise, if you want to hear some poems about our mortality and some things to consider on the subject, join Mayra in this thought-provoking episode.
What's Memento Mori Lab?
Memento Mori Lab is our permission slip to experiment, try new things, and keep bringing ideas to life. In my case, that means writing mediocre poetry, some stories and scripts, doodling, and recording this podcast. Memento Mori reminds us, we are going to die. Whatever creative endeavor you've been postponing, now is the time to take action.
Available on Spotify, Apple Podcasts, and anywhere you get your podcasts!
Instagram: @memento.mori.lab
Twitter: @mementomorilab
Poems
Never to Now
The pendulum swings from now to never
My days are numbered but not written
Missteps remind me of Death's breath,