I ran across a quote I had saved on my phone, a few months back, from D. H. Lawrence: "Every man unknowingly, lives through every year, the day that will eventually be the anniversary of his death."
A chill ran over me, once I gave it some thought. We always see death, barring a terminal accident or disease, as something (hopefully) in the far future. However, the day of everyone's death, boils down to a particular day within a year. A day, if one is more than a year old, that would have been lived through at least once.
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