Lasts

I saw a quote from an unknown author the other day and honestly, it’s haunting me.

At some point in your childhood, you and your friends went outside to play together for the last time and nobody knew it.

That’s it isn’t it? That’s life. We’re born, we grow up too fast, and as many times as we promise ourselves to savor every minute, the minutes rush from the flood gates and overwhelm our days. Perhaps this quote will help. I printed it out and put it on my desk – a reminder that “lasts” happen every day. Last conversations, last hugs, last chances, and last wishes.

It’s Christmas time. At some point, stop and take a good look around. Hold on to that person a little longer. Say everything you’ve been meaning to say. In less than a week, it will be last Christmas. We’re only here for a few minutes – and the minutes matter.

Maybe we can’t stop the rush of time, but maybe just maybe we can remember that now is good even if we can’t make it last.

Merry Christmas, readers!