Life is full of lasts.
There will be a last time I change a diaper, drive my kid to school, or wake up with a toddler cuddling me for comfort while he dreams away.
There will be a last time I ride a bike, get on my yoga mat, start or end a business, ride a motorcycle through the jungles of Indonesia or lay on a beach in Nicaragua, Toña in hand.
There will be a last time I get on an airplane, or a surfboard, visit a museum, go to a concert, finish a book, listen to a song, hike to the top of a mountain or volcano, or pour another glass of wine over a good conversation with a friend, fully aware we will both pay for it in the morning.
There will be a last time I have friends over for dinner, eat at a new restaurant, go to a BBQ or a pot luck, birthday party, a wedding or even a funeral.
There will be a last time I hug my parents or look into my wife Justine’s eyes before one of us moves on from this existence.
This may seem heartbreaking but I like to think there is beauty in an ending.
I think it presents me with a choice.
Do I want to try and cultivate a life where I fully embrace these moments, good and bad, or merely pass on through - working too much, staring at a screen for too long, forgoing dreams, and never really connecting with myself or those around me?