Eddie Pinero

If this were my last time picking up a pen, turning thoughts to words and words to sound waves, what would I want most to say?

Man, what a question.

Well, I suppose I'd start with that very notion.

The last time.

The idea that any point could be the last time.

The last time you pick up your pen, call a loved one, go on a jog.

Like, we just don't know.

And the word urgency probably isn't the right framing, but I would point to the magic in giving the present, the now, the respect that it deserves.

Not treating each moment as though it's merely a bridge to the next moment.

I'd emphasize the notion that every breath is the opportunity.

I'd probably reference some of the things I've learned recently.

Not because of recency bias, but because of the fact that it took me so long to get it.

That it took me decades to finally understand so many of them.

For example, people.

People is a big one.

It's been a very big theme, right?

Having the right people in your life fixes so many other problems.

What do I do when respect isn't reciprocated?

How do I handle constant misalignment in my life?

Where do I grow and enhance my energy when it feels suppressed?