Remember, There’s Always a Last Time for Everything, So Live in the Moment!





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When I was a kid, I liked coming up with adventures for my Star Wars figures. Though I do regret creating so many passionate trysts for Luke and Leia since they turned out to be brother and sister and all. That’s sort of creepy, right?

But any adventure seemed to need some sexy time to balance it out.  I wonder if Carrie Fisher ever thought about how many times her action figure was defiled and if it led to any of her chemical dependency issues.

Looking back, I didn’t know which time would be the last time that I’d play with my Star Wars toys. One day, I just didn’t do it anymore. It took a while for me to even notice that I had stopped.

Change can be sneaky like that.

Maybe if I had known the last time was the last time, I’d have enjoyed it more, savored it. 

"Enjoy yourself? 'Cause this is the last time, Luke"

“Enjoy yourself? ‘Cause this is the last time, Luke”

Relationships can also be tricky in this way.

Burn!

Burn!

I didn’t catch the exact moment when my girlfriend’s eyes surrendered to that sad, vacant look of tolerance. But it did happen.

And she and I couldn’t go back.

If I’d have known which were the last moments of that spark of wonder, the joy, the acceptance, I’d have burned them deeper into my memory. That’s what I work on now. I try to only remember the really fun times.  

Oh the really fun times...

Oh the really fun times…

I don’t need to focus on the negative.

Not this time.

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I’ve have made a promise to myself to cherish the simple, lovely times before they’re gone. I’ll cherish them in my next relationship, and I’ll cherish them when my puppy keeps going in the god damned trash can and taunting me to chase him as he runs around the room with a mouthful of coffee grounds and used paper towels.

Because someday I’ll watch him breathe for the last time, like I did the dog that loved me before him.

And I’ll cry again.

And I’ll wish he was still here.

But maybe I’ll start locking up the damn trash can.

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