The Last Time

Somewhere I read (or watched or heard) the sentiment that someday, there will be a last time I ever swim in the ocean. I won’t know it, but as I crawl out of the waves, dry off, and brush off the sand, I will be doing it for the last time. Recognizing this makes me realize how vital it is to live consciously, so I can truly appreciate each moment before it ends. The thought of this stopped me in my tracks. Obviously, swimming in the ocean is a huge deal for me. But it is not the only thing I will someday do for the last time. Every thing, every one, and every place that has meaning for me will eventually come to an end. And most of the time, I won’t see it coming.

Since I learned about the concept of Memento Mori-remembering that someday I will die-it has been a part of my faith practice for years. But getting this specific really changed my perspective. Since it will all come to an end, there will be a moment when it is the last time, and I can’t control any of it.

So why is this important? It encourages us to live fully in the moment. Recognizing that each event and opportunity is fleeting can inspire us to cherish our experiences and find deeper meaning in real time.

I don’t know when I’ll swim in the ocean for the last time. I don’t know when I’ll hug a friend for the last time, or hear a familiar song, or drive through a neighborhood that has quietly become home. I don’t get to choose those endings.

But I do get to choose this: to be awake while it’s all still happening. To notice the salt on my skin, the warmth of a hand in mine, the way evening light spills across the kitchen table. Memento Mori doesn’t just remind me that I will die; it reminds me that I am alive, right now. And that, for however long I have left, is reason enough to pay attention.