You have a conversation.
And know it might be the last one.
The last one, because of inherent vagaries of life.
Or because you know something the other person doesn’t.
Or even because you both know the same thing.
It lends a certain poignancy to the chat.
And an element of helplessness, too.
You’re hoping against hope.
That there will be many more of them.
But also realize that it’s unlikely.
That time’s running out.
Perhaps faster than anybody quite realizes.
And so you pay closer attention.
To the words. And tone.
To nuances in what’s said.
And to what’s not. What’s left unsaid, unspoken, yet…
Deeply felt.
Like so many things in life.
Hidden depths.
They lie untapped within us all. So much of the time.
Unexplored.
Uncharted.
Unexamined.
Even unthought of.
Until… you’re forced to take notice.
By a piece of shocking news. An unexpected alert. Or a dire warning.
Something that tells you things won’t be the same again.
That some people won’t be around for much longer.
And so, this conversation you’re having may well be the last one you’ll ever have with them.
What will you say?
How will it feel?
Think about it for a moment.
And then, ask yourself:
Is there any reason why this doesn’t apply to each conversation you’ll have – starting right now?
Let that sink in, before your next conversation.
Only then, engage in it.
Immerse yourself in it.
Enjoy it.
Because, truly, it may well be your last conversation.
Make it count.
Make it matter.
Make it special.
❤️