Our Last Time...and We Never Knew It...
Yesterday, a buddy of mine shared a couple of remarkable phrases he found on Reddit:
"At some point in your childhood, you and your friends went outside to play together for the last time, and none of you knew it."
"When you were a kid, there was a day your parents picked you up and when they put you down, it was the last time."
Think about it. That's seriously heavy.
We don't know when our "last times" are. We carry on as if life will continue unchanged. As if we have all the time in the world to get to where we want to go, to be with who we want to be, to become what we know we can be. As if we'll always have time tomorrow.
But we don't and we won't.
And if we had some sense of when these last times were coming, perhaps we’d think, believe, act differently. The way we should’ve all along.
Which reminds me of the third phrase my buddy shared:
"At some point, you wake up and that's THE last time."
So why are you wasting time?