The last time…

We all like to remember the first time we did something…

The first day in school.

Our first kiss.

Our first car.

The first day we went on a trip.

But life is not only about first times. Life is full of last times as well. And if the former include a promise and a window to the unknown, the latter contain the key to the door left closed behind you. And it is that key which you need to hold closely guarded while travelling in the dark forest of existence…

The last time you saw your friend.

The last day you slept in your old house.

The last kiss before a big separation.

The last time you sensed your grandmother’s touch.

These are the memories which define you. And if the promise held by the first times is what makes you touch God, the sadness held by those last moments is what makes you more human. Take a good care of these lasts moments. They are not just some memories. They are you.

The first time, memories, philosophy…

When the influential American conservationist Aldo Leopold canoed down the Colorado River delta to the Gulf of California in 1922, he was awestruck by endless wetlands teeming with wildlife. Leopold vowed to never return, fearing that the wilderness wouldn’t live up to his memories. He was right: After the U.S. government repeatedly dammed the river over the next few decades, the water slowed to a trickle and much of the lush habitat became a salt-caked wasteland. (1)

Nothing will even be like the first time.
Everything fades with time.

Except the memory of that very first time…

The first time you drove your first car…
The first time you fell in love…
The first time you saw your children…
The first time you cried with desparation…
The first time you thought about philosophy…
The first time you thought about God…

What did YOU think the first time about your life, about the cosmos, about the universe?

Hold that thought.
It is the truest thought you have made.

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