There are people who argue that you should live every day as if it were your last. For a long time I understood that idea as a call to squeeze everything out of life, to miss no opportunities, to seek constant intensity. Travel more, do more, feel more. But if today truly were the last day of my life, I would not want noise or excess. I would not want to accumulate experiences. I would want calm. I would want unhurried time. I would want to be on a beach with the woman I love, holding her and kissing her as on any other day, without the need to turn it into something extraordinary.

Perhaps we have confused intensity with fulfillment. A calm life seems like too little when seen from the outside, yet that is precisely when you focus and understand what truly matters. It is not grand plans or spectacular gestures. It is the kisses, the hugs, the real presence of the person you love. If this were the last day, I would choose that. And if it is not, I would choose it as well. Ælske dæ, Mettita.