When was the last time you did something for the final time without realizing it?
There's a peculiar ache to this question. We mark beginnings with ceremony—first days, first words, first kisses. But endings slip by unnoticed. The last time you carried your child to bed. The last conversation with a friend before distance claimed you both. The last moment you felt truly certain about something.
We live as if we have unlimited attempts at everything. One more chance to call that person. Another opportunity to take that risk. Tomorrow, always tomorrow. But life operates on a strict economy of lasts that it never announces in advance.