Have you ever considered this moment as your last? No, of course not you just like me are immortal and we’ll never die…
Do you find it humorous that our even our bodies and minds lie to us constantly. We pretend that a thing is habitual: normal, repeatable, comforting. We construct our life around them never acknowledging that this is the last cigarette you will ever smoke. That is the last time you’ll go to work. This is the last time you’ll ever kiss her… on and on. Each time is the last time and each moment whether you stretch it across a day or it flutters by on butterfly wings is the last one you’ll have, afterwards it’s forever lost. We are forever doing over and over again new things…
Does it make any sense to you?
