Story of First and Last Time

There is this weird speciality of the first time and the last time.

The first time,

It's an honour: a chance to be look at, the reason of all bravery over fearfulness, the feeling, to win something, the eager to lead something.

The first time is a place, where you are at your most selfish state, a place which you have it all your own, without any fingertips of others, just yours, without any trail of living things, you're on your own. 

The thrill, the energy, come rushing in your body, like electricity. Lightning strikes you with powerful charges. But you manage to stay alive, you survive, something to be proud of.

To be the first time is something to be proud of. You are the one to open the book, write the first chapter, to start a story.

Meanwhile, the last time.

A last time is where the last footprint will be. It's a responsibility, you close the book, end the day. You hold the last chance to change something, to improve it, something that will last for eternity.

Things you control are trusted to you. Because after you, there is no second chance. If it bleed, for eternity it'll be. If it rains milk, a blessing the river will be.

It depends on the captain of the ship and the river itself. 

Both are good, both are bad.

Both have one role that no one plays.

Everything happens because of the first time.

Everything happens because of the last time.

Both have nemesis, shouting, judging, playing with both's mind hoping that one day they lose their sanity.

Both hold the steer of the story,

turn to the right and leave the lefts,

turn to the left and forget the rights.

But both have the same vision; to hold, to change, to take over the fate of humanity.

6-7 November 2014