The bones of four thousand dead friars line the walls of this Capuchin Crypt in Rome.
They want to remind visitors of the brevity of life on Earth:
We were like you once. Soon you will be like us.
Cheery stuff, thanks lads! There’s lots of this kind of thing around – ‘Do it now, don’t wait’ / ‘Carpe diem’ / ‘YOLO baby!’.
It’s easy to scoff, because scoffing is easier than acknowledging it’s true. Tick-tock, time keeps marching on. Time never comes to an end, but you and I will.
The consequences of embracing this idea are unsettling: every second is precious, so every second is under pressure.
But this quickly becomes impractical. This had better be the best shit of my life!
The feeling of living on limited time might put getting older into perspective. Those years ain’t coming back, and my inevitable demise draws ever nearer.
So long as things like that keep happening, you’re all good. It’s only when they stop that you notice the time passing.
Today’s my 30th birthday. Can’t hear a ticking sound just yet…