The last hug with your loved one before they leave. The last
meal. The last goodbye. The last breath.
Why is “the last” the most important, the most meaningful,
the one that lingers?
The more scarce something is, the more precious it becomes.
The last moment is the most scarce moment. The last moment is the most precious
moment.
Does it have to be that way?
Do we have to feel lukewarm about moments in life until we know
they are at their end point – then have a sudden change at “the last”?
Every moment with a loved one is the most important. Every
meal is the last. Every hug is the most meaningful. Every breath is one to
savour.
Savour each moment. Give a silly smile. This life is scarce.
This life is our last.
