Firsts and Lasts | Frankology 44

Every year we look for “firsts” and “lasts.” First time together on a bus, first Christmas away from the new home, first time Santa called. Last Monday ever at this school, last time you’ll see this person, last time you’re taking this route.

I tried finding substance in this. The practice of trying to add meaning, or some milestone, to an otherwise normal situation. A situation you’re unlikely to remember next year. When exactly was the last time we were on a bus together? Who was that person again? Santa called you say?

The significance is only in the moment itself, soon lost to the next moment, and then the next. Therein lies the answer, we are too busy living life, enjoying the moment, the here and now. This is a good thing.