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When all things converge, you can feel shocked by the sensation of disparate thoughts snapping into place. Iāve been listening to the new Bad Bunny album all week, DTmF- an acronym for āDebi tirar mĆ”s fotosā (I have to take more pictures)- and the title track is so sweet and mournful, it grabbed my heart immediately. That feeling of the ice cube of time melting away, watching your children grow and your parents age, feeling like you now have a tender knee and your eyes donāt quite focus the same- itās all part and parcel of the cruel hand of time. That song captures that bittersweet image of an elder explaining to his grandchild what we can only receive with the hard fought knowledge of a life lived- I shouldāve taken more pictures, of everything, to show you all the things Iāve loved in this one wild and precious life. They canāt know because you *donāt know* until one day you wake up and the first thing in your head is- I am literally living the dream my younger self tearfully prayed for so many times. My whole mission here is to keep reminding you that time is short, to take the trip, to love your people. You know you should, but only you can book the trip. Be the light. Be the friend, be the daughter or the son. I am! And Iām richer in experience and self knowledge for time spent with my beloveds.
