Creatures of a Day: And Other Tales of Psychotherapy

by Irvin D. Yalom

I’m alive now and that’s what matters. Life is temporary – always, for everyone. My work is to live until I die. My work is to make peace with my body and to love it, whole and entire, so that, from that stable core, I can reach out with strength and generosity.

All of us are creatures of a day; the rememberer and the remembered alike. All is ephemeral – both memory and the object of memory. The time is at hand when you will have forgotten everything; and the time is at hand when all will have forgotten you. Always reflect that soon you will be no one, and nowhere.