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An autumn afternoon

Imagine an afternoon, many years from now.

It's autumn, and the sun is already low in the sky.

You've seen a few of these afternoons where the light is golden and magnificent, but this one is different because it's going to be your last in this life.

It won't hurt.

It won't take long.

It's not the end of everything, just the end of this thing.

And on the last day of your life, you take the opportunity to reflect.

What are the things that make you smile?

What are the things that you are proud of? 

One thing I bet you don't think about...

The extra hours you spent at work. I bet you don't think about those.

Of course, doing interesting work is exciting and it is important to do something that you enjoy. 

But on that final afternoon, I'll bet it is special people who trigger the most powerful emotions. 

That trigger the most tears. 

That means the most.

These are the memories that make a life worth living.

It's important that you realise this now..

You know that afternoon is coming, but it's not that afternoon yet.

One day the sun will go down and you won't be there to see it come up again. But today is not that day.

So you still have an opportunity to pivot.

I pray that you have many happy years between this day and that.

And in those days, I pray that you will be conscious about the choices you make.

I pray that you choose the things that will make good memories.

If you think to yourself: "My choices could be better", then I pray that you are kind to yourself and then you commit to making better choices.

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