What happens when we take our last breath?
Do we know? Or like with all the moments that fill our lives, does it pass us by?
Do we ever savour moments? Or is the savouring of a moment in fact another moment?
Like with all the questions I have ever asked in life, I am left with more questions and rarely ever answers.
So don't question, just do.
Don't think, just feel.
Don't just speak, act.
Because who knows what happens when we take our last breath.