Endurance

Once you realize that this life is really finite and you have to make the most of every day you have -- there is an odd sense of peace involved.  Every second seems to slow down and the colors are more vibrant than they ever have been.
The most simple tasks become a ritual and every day holds new meaning.  There is an added urgency to be kind to everyone -- including those you do not like.  The things you thought you wanted pale in comparison to the mundane joy in the familiar.

अ॒सतो मा स॒द्गमय।
त॒मसो मा ज्यो॒तिर्गमय।
मृत्यो॒र्माऽमृ॒तं गमय॥
— बृहदारण्यकोपनिषत् १-३-२८
a̱sato mā sa̱dgamaya
ta̱maso mā jyo̱tirgamaya
mṛtyo̱rmā’mṛ̱taṁ gamaya
— bṛhadāraṇyakopaniṣat 1-3-28
“From delusion lead me to truth
From darkness lead me to light
From death lead me to immortality.”

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