Today I was reflecting on some ‘lasts’ of my earlier years.
I was thinking that we don’t know when the last time we do anything will be, so we need to enjoy it all.
I was feeling a bit sad about ‘last experiences’, but then it hit me…
If I hadn’t had a few ‘lasts’, I wouldn’t have had the best ‘firsts.’
Like holding my daughters for the first time.
Like kissing my partner for the first time.
Like being happier to see my kids succeed than caring about my own success, for the first time.
‘Lasts’ open the door to ‘firsts.’
Until our ‘last’ breath…