The word final scares me.
Final reminds me of the dreaded finals in school where you spend a couple of weeks scrambling to remember information you’ve been learning for the past few months.
Final also reminds me of sports. The last, final race/game/competition. You want to perform your best in the final because more often than not, it’s what matters most.
But the word final, most of all, signifies reality. Everything of value has a final date, a final moment. Eternal is an illusion. Final is real. That is why we mold our lives so that when we reach the final date, moment, time…we are at peace. We strive to be alive. We strive to be final.