At some point, everything will have a last time.
There’s a stoic meditation where you imagine that this is that last time.
From the little things, the last time you played a cassette tape, to the big things, the last time you say “I love you” to an elderly family member, there’s a last time.
The realisation that in our time here on Earth is finite can depress us, or it can heighten our awareness and appreciation.
And that can make everything special.
We often try to outrun the storm, emotionally, physically, spiritually.
We’re entering an age where machines do our thinking before we’ve even had a chance to try.
In church the other day, the pastor gave a sermon that really stuck with me. He talked about two people.
Hope doesn’t mean pretending everything is okay.