Next time you’re walking down the street, notice the leaves falling. Each one is a tiny death, making room for new growth in the spring. Your body sheds millions of cells every minute without you even noticing. Death isn’t a distant event—it’s a quiet, constant background hum of existence.
So, who was the first person to die? We’ll never know their name. But we know their legacy: they showed us that life is finite, precious, and full of questions. And that’s okay. You don’t need to have the final answer. You just need to show up for the next breath, the next joke, the next sunset.
After all, the first person to die didn’t get a monument. But you are standing here, reading this. That’s the best tribute there is. Keep living.
