The Last Time You Did

Have you ever thought about when it was the last time you did something? Something that you’ve never done again anymore. Maybe something that you won't be able to do anymore in the future. And that was your last time. It’s so automatic when you’re living the moment, you don’t think about the importance of it, how much that little action may count in your life. Let’s take as example our life routine, things that you know you’re gonna do often and repeatedly, things that on that right moment you take for granted and don't put much attention on it. But then one day you’ll end up writing this fucking post remembering how things have changed over the time. I can’t recall the last time I played hide and seek. It was too much time ago. Too fucking much. And the most terrifying thing is that the really last time I played it, I would never had thought that would have been the last one. I probably had thought I would have played it again in few days. But time passed. And I never played it anymore. It feels so strange. Things in your routine that are common and familiar only for a lasting time. Because things change. How did I feel the last time and moment I entered school? It felt good. But was strange knowing I would never had crossed that threshold again. But in this case I was aware of it. It’s different when you realize that's the very last time you're going to do that specific thing, or visit that specific place, and with little care think you can do it again one day, but knowing in reality it will not be so.

(14/11/2019)