…because until I write the next one, there are enough chances that this would be my last post.
The reason for this (upbeat?) thought was because I was reading about (not watching. The last movie I saw in a theater was almost two years ago) how an actor died before the last movie he was working in finished and now the work he has done in there is immortalized and brilliant. He obviously didn’t know that this would be his last work, the last time he would be doing his job.
Most of us go to work, do some tasks. Sometimes we are proud of what we did and other times (most of the times), it was just another day at work. What if that was the last time you had the opportunity to do that work?
Okay, work is probably not the most relevant example. Most of us work for the paycheck, not because we are part of a movie that millions of people are going to watch us in. Say you like to write (a blog!). Every time you wrote something, chances are, that would be your last post. Your last thought. Did you make it worth it?
I know I didn’t…but my dilemma now is that I can obsess over this not being the best post, versus this not being my last post.