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One day you will do something for the last time.
And you won't even realize it. The last motorcycle ride with your best friend, the last time you get a phone call from your mother asking how you are, or the last time you laugh without anxiety, in a relaxed way.
There is no warning or sign. Only silence.
Life doesn't tell you when things are ending. It just goes on.
We always think there's time. That tomorrow is another day, or that next week we can try again, or have another chance. But time is silent.
It doesn't knock on your door or shout at you. It just disappears. It just slips away, like fine sand through your fingers.
One day, you will look at an old photograph, or listen to a certain song, or even smell something familiar like your favorite meal, which was so well prepared by someone who was special to you... And suddenly, you return to that moment.
But only for a few moments. And then you feel the impact. The real impact. You were happy at that moment to which you were immediately transported by your memory, but you didn't know it.
That moment you lived in a hurry, now for sure, if it were somehow possible, you would give anything to relive it again.
We don't lose the important things all at once. Life takes them away, little by little, one after another, slowly... One memory at a time.
So, the next time you laugh, really feel it.
The next time you hug someone, hold that hug for a few more seconds.
The next time someone calls you on your cell phone, think twice before rejecting or ignoring that call.
Because you'll never know if that won't be your last chance to create a memory. Until it ends up being so.
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