✨KITTING AROUND✨
🌟 BLOG 355–You’re Dead! You’re Just Not There Yet.🌟
By KIT SUMMERS — World-Class Juggler to World-Class Comeback
Once upon a life, I was the guy who made gravity break a sweat.
Headlining at Bally’s in Atlantic City, I wasn’t just on top of the world—
I was throwing clubs like they were alive.
With a world record of juggling 7 clubs.
Life was dazzling, sparkly, full of applause.
Then came the truck…
The coma…
My long nap…
The long, silent hallway of nothingness.
Thirty-seven days where the world kept turning, but I wasn’t in it.
And yet—look at me now.
Not juggling clubs as much these days…
Instead, I juggle purpose, grit, hope, and the wild joy of being alive.
I toss resilience into the air and catch courage behind my back.
I balance healing on my chin and possibility on my toes.
My mission?
Oh, it outgrew the stage a long time ago.
Now I’m in the business of lifting humans—
Helping people rise higher, shine louder,
and dream braver than they ever believed they could.
Because the show’s not over.
Not by a long shot.
And this version of me?
Helping you to reach a higher level.
He’s carrying more magic than ever.
1) THE BEGINNINGS
It’s so great to hear from my friends who like reading my blog.
Each week, this inspires me and gives me a reason to write the next blog post.
I have been paying for Amazon Prime, but haven’t been taking full advantage of it. Jasmine told me about Prime Video, so I checked it out, and I like what I see. Do you have Prime? We could share the cost, and each enjoy Prime. Let me know.
First up, I am watching the TV show, “Hogan’s Heroes.” This show has some good laughs, as I remember from the old days. Sad to remember that all the cast of this delightful show are dead now. Yes, death, that common thing that people forget about.
💛 (Here’s the secret — “I love you”.)
2) THINGS THAT HAPPENED THIS WEEK
(Please, let me know what you did this week, too.)
12/6–It’s a daily task, people never thank me, but I know. Every day, I am out there near the garden and patio area, picking up butts. With the can right there in front of them–they still think they have to throw their used-up cigarette on the ground.
Last week they had fireworks.
This shot was taken right outside the back of my residence.
I shouldn’t use the word, but I will, smoking cigarettes is just stupid, then tossing them on the ground later is disgraceful. Of course, on my return to my room, I have to clean my hands thoroughly to get the cigarette smell away. No one seems to notice, but I do!
I’ve had Amazon Prime for some time, but never fully taken advantage of it. Jasmine just sent me a link to learn about Amazon Prime Video. I am already watching Hang ‘Em High with Clint Eastwood—a good flick. Thank you, Jasmine.
Next up — “Punch Drunks” with The Three Stooges. Laughed my head off (and boy, you should see me without my head!) And then, “Hogan’s Heroes” is always enjoyable. This was one of the first to be broadcast, nice. Black and white, like the old days. Hard to believe the cast is all dead now, like us all.
12/7–The day kicked off before the sun even rolled over and hit the snooze button. Around 5 a.m., the guy across the hall from me launched into his trademark symphony of nonsensical noises—his own abstract remix album, available nowhere but here.
I feel for the guy, I really do… but wow, his vocal stamina could power a small village. His soundscape continued until after 9 a.m.—a marathon with no medals, no finish line, and absolutely no sign-up sheet. It sounds like he is full of anger at life, which I can fully understand.
Then my teeth thoughts barged in—those pesky little gremlins of regret tap-dancing on my brain. Removing my bottom teeth may have been a fast-forward decision when a slow-motion moment would’ve served me better. Oh, how I wish I’d paused, breathed, and pondered. But life doesn’t hand out rewind buttons—just a big, stubborn PLAY button that keeps marching forward.
What a change, having all my lower teeth removed. So here I stand (toothless but not truthless), adapting to a new lifestyle, making peace with the smile I’ve got, and choosing courage for the one I’ll wear tomorrow. And, learning to eat and chew all over again. These are painful when I leave them in, so another trip to the dentist must be scheduled
Then the garden called—loudly—and of course,
I answered like a proud groundskeeper of destiny.
Plants? Thriving like overachievers.
Trash? Also… thriving. Sigh.
I picked up at least 50 cigarette butts—yes, fifty!—plus a handful of miscellaneous debris that humans drop like molting birds. In the afternoon, I returned with a broom and gave the space another round of tender loving elbow grease.
If cleanliness earned merit badges,
I’d be the Garden Scout Master.
Grand Chancellor of Cleanliness.
Keeper of the Sacred Broom.
Does anyone notice?
Who knows.
But I noticed.
And that’s enough.
Hallway wisdom of the day:
Someone drifted by and tossed out the autopilot classic: “How are you?”
You know the type—words tossed like confetti with no intention behind them.
The verbal equivalent of an empty envelope: paper, but no letter.
Honestly? I’d take silence over hollow noise any day. At least silence tells the truth. Whenever anyone says this to me, I say, “Yes, I am” right away, before they can even think. (If you don’t mean the words, don’t say them. There—public service announcement complete.) No more, “How are you?” from your lips.
There are so many conversation starters.
Stop a moment and think before you talk.
For one, compliment the person strongly.
Then came the headline of the day:
The scary guy next door is moving out.
No more pounding on the walls.
No clue what logic brought this about, but I felt a wave of relief—like someone cracked open a window in a suffocating room. He’d been saying he wanted to leave, so perhaps the universe finally penciled his name onto the “exit” list.
Living here continues to be one of the strangest chapters of my life—
A curious blend of noise, patience, courage, oddball characters, and unexpected lessons.
But hey… I’m still here, still learning, still turning the pages.
And this story?
Oh, it’s far from over.
Stay tuned, you’ll see.
12/8–The weekend is over, and things should start happening around here.
The Day I Wrestled With Gravity (Again)
She swept in for PT like a balance wizard with a mission. We dove into exercises that reminded me just how wobbly I can be—picture a flamingo standing on a moving skateboard, and you’re close. She also told me she read last week’s blog and noticed the famous Kit Head Tilt in a few of the photos. Ah, yes… my signature move. Très chic.
Then came OT round two—the OT person who decided to toss me a curveball—MATH. Yep, apparently we’re solving equations now. I didn’t know I had signed up for “Juggling Numbers 101,” but guess what? I held my own! Somewhere, a calculator is applauding me.
The speech was as follows. We cracked open some old emails to remind me just how spicy I can be when I get fired up. A little blast from my own past. Nothing like reading your old words and thinking, “Wow… who gave that guy a keyboard?”
PT, OT, Speech—each for 30 minutes. A perfect sampler platter of self-improvement. 👨🍳✨
And yes, I’m trying and really trying. But the balance? Still wobbly. The head tilt? Still stylin’. The memory? Still playing hide-and-seek with me—and winning. Frustrating? Oh, absolutely. But hey, every hero’s journey has its tricky chapters.
Finally, we had Sports Group. They gave me little 3-inch rings to toss through a hole in a board. Honestly? Not my event. My inner athlete took one look and said, “No, thank you, I’ll sit this Olympics out.” But others loved it, and I loved that they loved it.
Another day in the adventure of Kit —
Juggling challenges.
Laughing at the chaos.
Marching forward anyway.
Onward we go, my friend. 🎪🔥
12/9–They did it again. You know how I dislike waste. My trash can was barely an eighth full, but they took everything, including the almost-empty bag. They would probably, without thinking, take the bag alone, even if it were empty—just mindless work without thinking.
Shhh, don’t tell ’em–I’ve been putting the can in the bedroom at night so they can’t take it, but I forgot last night, my trash bag was confiscated. I’ve written about this subject before, and I will keep writing about it, but I won’t keep dwelling on it. Life goes on, trash bag or not.
With this new retainer to replace my lower teeth, I am getting used to it; it’s not a burden. This is a change I must adapt to and face head-on. We all face life changes, and we must learn to adjust and accept them. In other words, we must learn to change with the changes.
On my schedule for today, I have something labeled ‘Therapy Outing’ scheduled for 10 am. I will let you know later what it is as soon as I know. After two hours of preparing and driving, we finally arrived at https://www.jojosshakebar.com/ in Orlando. Too far to go, I must say.
You may know of my swallowing problem. After just two bites of food, my throat closed up, and nothing would go down or up. It is agonizing when this happens. It is happening about every meal nowadays. I brought my food back and will eat it later.
To make matters worse, my new lower retainer came out when I was trying to deal with this swallowing problem. I finally just removed the retainer and did not eat anything more at the restaurant. I did not have a good time on this outing.
Each time it hurts a lot, and I cannot eat, so I didn’t. It finally went down, and I drank some iced tea. The meal will be for tonight or tomorrow. I am scheduled for surgery for this problem with my oesophagus. Myles is working toward moving the surgery up.
Along for the ride in the two vans were nine therapists and helpers, along with seven patients. I am told they do an outing like this every year to celebrate the holidays. Nice for people who work there, they get to get out and have a free meal. But it would not be good to return to Jojos; it was not that great a place and was too far away.
Some of the therapists who went with us were not so friendly. Very controlling, I was told where to walk, where to stand, and where to go. It was harrowing, you know how I dislike being controlled. I know you have to keep people in line, but this was just too much.
People weren’t having fun for that reason. I will not go with a group like this again. I wanted to take a photo of the group to show you while you read this blog, but I was told I couldn’t. I did not want to argue, so I just backed down. People would have liked to see themself in my blog.
I was told I could only take a photo for myself, but I could not use the group’s likeness on my blog for you to see. Just for your information, anything you can see in public can be photographed. There are no rules against doing such a thing. It will have to wait for the future.
No therapy was scheduled for today; the outing was all their way. It is about 3 pm, and I will go out to see the garden grow and clean up while I am out there.
This is my quiet place.
My pleasure place.
12/10–This morning, I am looking forward to getting out to the garden and doing some work. Of course, the sun had yet to appear, so I awoke early again, at about 4 am.
You have to remember, it is winter now (even down here in sunny Florida). When spring comes, the garden will take off. But, will I be here or take off myself? Either way, people like the vegetable garden, and I am sure it will continue.
I just found out that the group is going to https://cleantheworld.org/ today. I will go along because it is something to do. Two vans are traveling to Orlando to help them out. I went in a van that had four seats in the back and two in the front.
The fellow across the hallway made his decision.
To take exercise to a whole new level today.
He grabbed his walker…
And absolutely zero clothing.
Away down the hallway for all to see.
Yes, you read that right.
A full moon at high noon—right in the hallway. 🌕🚶♂️
Now, I’m all for staying active, but come on!
There are better ways to get your steps.
You don’t need to traumatize the neighbors.
Good for him for moving his body…
But wow, some sights you can’t unsee.
Yes, you read that right.
A full moon at high noon—right in the hallway. 🌕🚶♂️
So that you know, here is where I live >>
12/11- I ate a banana this morning and paused over the peel. Instead of throwing it away, I put it into the garden soil. Banana peels are rich in nutrients and make excellent natural fertilizer. It felt good—one small, intentional act that supports growth rather than waste. 🍌
During OT, I worked on math problems. I became frustrated when I couldn’t figure some of them out, even with a calculator. It made me question my intelligence. The truth is, I haven’t needed math skills in years, and unused skills fade. Still, that understanding didn’t quite the self-doubt.
From 10:00 to 11:00, I attended a cognitive group with Lilly. She asked us to write about an event we had earlier in the week. I couldn’t remember it. I felt embarrassed and angry with myself, especially because it seemed the others could recall it. Eventually, Lilly reminded us—it was our group lunch at JoJo’s.
JoJo’s had been chosen for its festive atmosphere and wide selection of food. I learned that NeuroRestorative spent about $520 on the outing, which surprised me. What troubled me more was that this had happened only days ago, yet my memory of it was vague. Was this a recall issue? Or something worse?
Lilly reviewed several details I should have remembered. I couldn’t access them. My frustration turned inward. I wasn’t angry at the therapists—I was angry at myself. I wondered whether I had always been like this, or if I was getting worse.
Afterward, I met with Maura and Lilly to tell them how deeply distressed I felt. For the first time, I questioned whether life was worth continuing. If my memory is declining, what does the future look like? I am not enjoying life right now, and that realization scared me.
When the group moved on to painting ornaments, I chose not to participate. I returned to my room and wrote this instead. After the accident, I still loved life and made sure people knew it. Today, that feeling is gone. I feel disconnected from who I used to be.
It is now 1:10 p.m. If asked, I would have guessed it was around 6:00. Losing track of time is another unsettling sign. I find myself wondering what is happening to my mind—and whether this is temporary or a deeper decline.
12/12–As usual, an early awakening.
Only a couple of things are scheduled for today.
The walking group from 9-9:30.
10 am–A “Holiday Movie” (as they call it).
In the afternoon — ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!
All the therapists get time off.
As Christmas comes, there will be more and more time off, too.
Myself, I don’t get a break.
============================
3) 🌟 BLOG 355–You’re Dead!
You’re Just Not There Yet.🌟
✨THE DAY KIT SUMMERS STOPPED SHRINKING✨
👣 Death. As you may remember, this subject has been covered before; I thought it necessary to repeat. It will happen to each of us — including you! Now that I have a lot more readers, another trek down this path toward our demise is essential.
You first need to ask yourself — what is death? Also, ask “What is life?”
When I die, I want my naked body to be left in the wilderness so small animals and bugs can feed on me, ensuring my energies are not wasted.
FIND AS MUCH JOY AND HAPPINESS AS YOU CAN!
Life and death are not rivals—they’re dance partners. Two ancient forces swirling together in a cosmic waltz that reminds us how precious every breath truly is. Mortality doesn’t diminish life; it electrifies it. It whispers, “Wake up. Pay attention. This moment is yours—use it well!”
And death?
It isn’t just a curtain closing.
It’s a transformation.
A Renewal.
Death is a shift as natural and graceful as the turning seasons. Leaves fall not to signal loss, but to make room for spring. In the same way, death becomes less of an ending and more of a doorway—into legacy, into memory, into whatever mystery lies beyond our last heartbeat.
YOUR LIFE IS PRECIOUS — SEE AND MAKE IT THAT WAY!
You might be wondering,
“But Kit… You write of death, what about God?”
That’s a fair question—and here’s my honest, heart-wide-open take:
I’ve never believed in any of the many gods humanity has imagined over the centuries. People do, of course—and sometimes that belief lifts them, steadies them, gives them comfort.
I just came upon this video of the idea of a god and belief >>
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VqNbfXR8Nco
If you are a believer, watch these. (I’ll never tell.)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pGS59SufxzM
And, watch this >>
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IDo5OfHH6k0
Take the time to watch the videos; if you believe, you will change.
Remember, curiosity is the enemy of blind faith.
If you say you have faith, you are lying to yourself.
Other times, it gently (or not so gently) steals their fire… convincing believers they can coast through this life because a better one is waiting down the road. Curiosity and joy are far more critical than any god. Sort through your thoughts and adopt the correct mindset.
🔥But here’s the jolt of truth I’ve learned >>
Through fire, trucks, miracles, and second chances:
This is the life we know we get.
No guarantees.
No cosmic do-overs.
No backstage pass after the show.
And because of that?
This moment is the only one we’re certain of!
💥 We’ve got one chance to make Life magnificent.
Not someday.
Not “after.”
Not “when the universe gives me a sign.”
“NOW!”
Right here — While our hearts are still going.
Beating their brave little drum.
PEOPLE SEARCHED FOR MEANING IN A CONFUSING WORLD
The idea of God didn’t just drop out of the sky—nope! It was sculpted, polished, and proudly paraded by early humans who were trying to make sense of thunder, lightning, life, death, and why their neighbor stole their goat. And let’s be honest… It worked. Nothing organizes a crowd quite like, “Do this… or the Big Invisible Boss is watching!”
But beneath the rules and rituals, there’s a softer truth:
People were scared. Scared of the dark, scared of dying, scared of the big unknown door at the end of the hallway. Now we know better.
So they did what humans do best—they invented meaning. They created gods who could comfort, protect, explain, soothe, and promise something delicious and golden on the other side of life’s finish line. And oh boy, that promise felt GOOD. Like warm soup for a cold soul.
And, as things changed down the road, these ideas changed, too. The concept of a god changed as people became more advanced. Christmas is coming soon — a time of love and sharing. God was never a part of my Christmas celebration, and I like it that way.
That’s why every culture, from mountaintop tribes to desert wanderers, spun its own divine stories. Not because they were foolish, but because they were beautifully human—hungry for hope, eager for comfort, longing for a reason to keep moving forward.
Gods were the original emotional safety blankets. 🎁
And hey, when the blanket feels warm, people tend to hold on tight.
We know better now.
I have two questions I have asked believers.
No one can answer these simple questions >>
1) What are the two BEST reasonable and rational proofs for God?
2) Why should I believe in your god?
Can you send me answers? Let’s break this down:
🌟 TWO QUESTIONS THAT MAKE BELIEVERS SWEAT (AND THINK!)
You’ve been tossing these questions into conversations like a juggler hurling flaming torches—brilliant, bold, and impossible to ignore. And guess what? Even though no answer is perfect, I can share what many thoughtful believers try to offer.
Let’s keep this playful, open-hearted, and full of wonder.
✨ 1) What are the two BEST reasonable, rational proofs believers often give for God?
Think of these not as ironclad “proofs,” but as the best attempts humans have made over centuries of head-scratching and sky-gazing.
💡 A) The “Something rather than nothing” Argument.
Many believers say:
“Look at the universe! It exists! And everything that exists has a cause… so the ultimate cause must be something outside the universe.”
To them, God is the “First Spark”—the original domino that tipped all the others over and said, “Let there be galaxies, mountains, Kit Summers, and lettuce seeds!”
Is it perfect logic? Nope.
Is it interesting? Absolutely.
💡 B) The “Fine-Tuned Universe” Argument
This one is popular because it sounds scientific and fancy.
Believers say:
“The universe is tuned just right for life—like someone perfectly adjusted every cosmic knob: gravity, chemistry, physics, stardust recipes.” Or, did we adjust to fit in better?
Too perfect, they argue, to be a cosmic accident.
Like finding a fully baked chocolate cake on the sidewalk…
You wouldn’t assume it assembled itself out of random crumbs.
They conveniently forget about earthquakes, fires, tsunamis, asteroids, and every other reminder that nature does not cater to comfort. Add to that the fact that only a tiny fraction of Earth’s mass is actually habitable.
So no—this planet was not “made for us.”
We weren’t gifted a perfectly tuned world; we adapted. We learned, adjusted, and evolved to survive the planet we happened to land on and the constant changes it throws our way.
✨ 2) Why should you believe in their god?
Ahhh, this is where things get fun.
Because every believer has their own God,
their own story, their own version of “truth”…
And somehow they still claim everyone else is wrong.
Here are the most common reasons they give:
💛 A) “Because my tradition says so.”
People believe in the god they grew up with.
Geography creates theology.
If they were born in India, they’d offer you a different god.
Saudi Arabia—another one.
NYC another.
Japan—another.
The pattern is adorable… and telling.
💛 B) “Because my god helped me personally.”
This is the big emotional hook.
People often feel comfort, healing, or guidance and credit it to their god.
But personal experience, while meaningful, isn’t universal evidence.
It’s like someone saying:
“My chiropractor cured my headaches!”
Great!
But that doesn’t mean you gotta book an appointment.
💛 C) “Because believing gives me hope.”
This one is honest and sweet.
People believe because it feels good.
Hope is delicious.
And humans love comfort the way squirrels love acorns.
But warm feelings aren’t the same as truth.
🌈 SO… SHOULD YOU BELIEVE IN THEIR GOD?
You get to choose your own meaning, your own awe, your own magic in this wild carnival of life. 🎪✨
You don’t need a supernatural being to live bravely, love fiercely, or make life magnificent.
Your story shows that you are already a miracle.
You resurrected your life when no “god” stepped in.
You created purpose after chaos.
You turned brokenness into fireworks.
If someone insists you must believe in their god, smile and ask:
“Why yours and not the other 4,000?”
That usually makes their brain do a little tap dance. 🕺💥
Since the beginning of time, humans have developed thousands of gods. This is a comfort for many who can’t see that life just ends, and there is nothing else. I have never thought that way. I have added enough to life, through my books and speaking, that I will be alright.
What have you done to help this world we live in?
It’s not–but it should be a rule–you cannot die until you add something that allows the human race in some way. You are still alive, make changes to the world to make things better for others.
So whether you believe or don’t believe, the assignment is the same >>
Show up fully. Live boldly. Love wildly.
Create a life so good that the angels are jealous.
Raise kids who help the human race, not kids who fear a god.
This is your one known ride—make it a masterpiece. DO IT STARTING NOW!
Seen this way, the inevitability of death becomes a teacher, not a tyrant. It nudges us toward gratitude. It sharpens our purpose. It invites us to live boldly, love deeply, forgive freely, and savor the fleeting beauty of impermanence.
Death is not merely the quiet end of awareness—
It is a reminder that awareness itself is a miracle.
And when we understand that?
Oh, life becomes luminous. ✨
“Death. The word alone can feel like a stone dropping into the soul’s quiet lake. But look closely, and you’ll see the ripples aren’t only sorrow — they’re also meaning, clarity, and a deeper appreciation for the wild, colorful business of being alive.
Strangely enough, death gives life definition. If we lived forever, days would blur, choices would drift, and urgency would evaporate like morning mist. Knowing our time isn’t infinite nudges us — lovingly, insistently — to show up, to savor, to dare. Mortality is the drumbeat that reminds us to dance now — shall we?
It also delivers perspective. Challenging moments shrink in the shadow of the bigger picture. Arguments lose their teeth. Grudges melt. Death pulls the camera back and whispers, “Is this worth your limited heartbeats?” And most of the time, the answer is no — freeing us to choose peace, forgiveness, connection.
And oh, the legacy it reveals.
Stories get told.
Gratitude gets spoken.
Death turns the volume up on how much a life mattered.
Love, often shy in daylight, comes rushing out. It’s in those moments that we see the truth: a person doesn’t vanish — they echo. They ripple. They continue in memories, actions, and the changes they sparked in others.
Perhaps the most significant benefit is this: death teaches us how to live. It’s the constant reminder to hug tighter, laugh louder, wander boldly, juggle better, forgive quicker, and plant seeds whose shade we may never sit beneath. Without death, life would lose its magic; with it, each day becomes a tiny miracle.
So yes — death closes a door. But it also opens a window to gratitude, courage, compassion, and purpose. And until the day each of us steps through that final doorway, we get the gift of choosing how brightly we shine while we’re still here.
A FEW THOUGHTS >>
EVERY DAY, PRETEND IT’S YOUR LAST DAY ALIVE
No melodrama, just wakefulness. Don’t rush—revel.
Taste the air. Say the thing. Laugh so fully the day itself applauds.
YOUR LAST DAY?
If the curtain were about to fall and you had one more act,
Would you whisper safe lines or roar your truth?
The encore is yours to command.
MAKE IT YOUR ENCORE!
This is your sparkler finale, your wild bow, your closing number.
The question isn’t “what if I fail?”
It’s “what if I never try?”
Step forward.
The spotlight’s already warm.
THE WARMER MEANING
Memento mori.
Remember—you must die.
Not grim, just grounding.
The Stoics didn’t say it to mourn life,
but to magnify it.
Mortality makes meaning blaze brighter.
BE BRIGHT, BE CLEAR, BE BOLD
Time is a shrinking window.
Step through it.
Shrug off the static.
Stand tall where it matters most.
YOU MUST LIVE FOR NOW, AND DO IT NOW!
THE KEY TO LIVING GRACEFULLY IS THIS >>
IN YOUR LIFE, DO SOMETHING THAT WILL
BENEFIT PEOPLE IN THE FUTURE!
But let’s not whisper that truth—let’s ring it like a bell across the mountains of your life.
Every one of us gets a limited number of sunrises, a finite stack of days to play with. We don’t get to choose when the curtain drops…
But oh, how magnificently we can choose what we leave glowing behind us. Dying gracefully isn’t about slipping away quietly. It’s about living so boldly, so lovingly, so generously that your final breath is simply the soft punctuation at the end of a powerful sentence.
It means planting seeds—carrots, ideas, kindnesses, stories, lessons—
That will keep growing long after your footprints fade from the earth.
Bending down to lift someone who will one day lift someone else.
Choosing to make the world just a shade brighter than you found it.
When you use your life to build bridges for others…
When you dare to teach, to share, to inspire, to create, to comfort…
When your actions today echo into someone’s tomorrow…
Help as many as you can before you end…
That is grace.
That is legacy.
That is you.
That is how we leave—not with fear, but with a quiet, triumphant smile.
Because in the end, the most beautiful way to die…
Is to know that your life—messy, glorious, courageous—
Will keep helping people long after you’re gone.
And that, my friend, is a kind of immortality anyone can earn–YOU.
==========================
4) 🔥 A FEW SPARKS TO SLIP INTO YOUR POCKET
✨ THE MAGIC OF QUOTES ✨
Quotes are tiny magic lanterns—glimmers of wisdom that light our way. They contain big truths in small packages, offering comfort, clarity, and courage when we need it most. A single line can steady a trembling heart, clarify a foggy thought, or remind us to keep moving toward our dreams with a whisper that says, “Keep going—there’s more ahead.”
“To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.” —Thomas Campbell.
“Death is nothing to be scared of; it is a part of life.” —Kit Summers.
“The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living.” —Marcus Tullius Cicero.
“What we have once enjoyed we can never lose.
All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.” —Helen Keller.
“Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.” —Irish headstone.
“What will survive us is love.” —Philip Larkin.
“Death is not the opposite of life but a part of it.” —Haruki Murakami.
“It is as natural to man to die, as to be born;
and to a little infant, perhaps the one is as
Painful as the other.” —Thomas Hobbes.
“Death is the crown of life.” —Ovid.
“For life and death are one,
even as the river and the sea are one.” —Kahlil Gibran.
“The idea is to die young as late as possible.” —Ashley Montagu.
“The fear of death follows from the fear of life.
A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.” —Mark Twain.
“If a man has not discovered something that he will die for,
he isn’t fit to live.” —Martin Luther King, Jr.
“I would rather die a meaningful death than live a meaningless life.” —Unknown.
“Don’t cry because it’s over; smile because it happened.” —Dr. Seuss.
“As a well spent day brings happy sleep, so life well used brings happy death.” —Leonardo da Vinci.
5) YOUR CHALLENGE THIS WEEK >>
Plan for your future death.
What do you want to happen?
Who do you want to be?
======
6) NEXT WEEK>>
BLOG 356–A Godless Christmas
🌟7) FINAL THOUGHTS 🌟
Because the best is always still ahead.
So juggle joy like it’s the air you breathe.
The horizon holds more than you can yet imagine.
Your present moment is not the finish line—it’s your starting block.
Chase sunsets as if they’re secret treasures waiting just for you.
Laugh so loudly that tomorrow leans in to listen.
Live as though you’ve only just begun—
BECAUSE YOU TRULY HAVE!
