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<rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title>dmiessler.com | grep understanding - Latest Comments in Was the Last Time Your Last?</title><link>http://danielrm26.disqus.com/</link><description>dmiessler.com/about/</description><atom:link href="https://danielrm26.disqus.com/was_the_last_time_your_last/latest.rss" rel="self"></atom:link><language>en</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 02 May 2008 23:20:19 -0000</lastBuildDate><item><title>Re: Was the Last Time Your Last?</title><link>http://dmiessler.com/blog/was-the-last-time-your-last#comment-4357106</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Life is a journey. We leave things behind every day. If we become too attached to them, it only brings us sadness and suffering. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Turn the thought on its head. Why not try something today that you have never done before?&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Alfredo Louro</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 02 May 2008 23:20:19 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: Was the Last Time Your Last?</title><link>http://dmiessler.com/blog/was-the-last-time-your-last#comment-4357104</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Wagons, bicycles, Santa Claus,... all things from the past. Even old girl friends from grade school and high school. Special teachers, long since passed away.&lt;br&gt;So what's to remember? And why? Those things are long gone. They directly affected us at the time, but now have nothing to do with our lives or decisions.&lt;br&gt;We grow and we go. &lt;br&gt;Nothing lasts. Which is good. It means we forget pain, sorrow, hurt, sadness, etc.&lt;br&gt;As the old saying goes, "Yesterday is a canceled check, tomorrow is a promissory note. Today is cash, spend it well."&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Marossity</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 22 Feb 2008 13:25:11 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: Was the Last Time Your Last?</title><link>http://dmiessler.com/blog/was-the-last-time-your-last#comment-4357102</link><description>&lt;p&gt;I was just thinking about this the other day. I was walking betwween buildings and decided to take a shortcut, jumped down over a railing and walked along a path that had some obstacles. I got to thinking that between work, projects, taking care of the children etc I just don't "play" outside like I did when I was a kid. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I miss that.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Eamon</dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 13 Dec 2007 15:18:59 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: Was the Last Time Your Last?</title><link>http://dmiessler.com/blog/was-the-last-time-your-last#comment-4357105</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Never say never.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One day you may have kids.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-- Arik&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">arikb</dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 12 Dec 2007 13:04:12 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: Was the Last Time Your Last?</title><link>http://dmiessler.com/blog/was-the-last-time-your-last#comment-4357103</link><description>&lt;p&gt;One of my great joys in life is finding an album I really love and listening the hell out of it.  Then one day it gets swapped by another album and I forget it even exists ... for a long time.  Then one day I rediscover it, put it on and find a joy I had not felt in a long time.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Maxo</dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 12 Dec 2007 08:21:50 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: Was the Last Time Your Last?</title><link>http://dmiessler.com/blog/was-the-last-time-your-last#comment-4357101</link><description>&lt;p&gt;I remember what i did the first thing after high school. I went to the local liquor store and bought potato chips and dip, and went to my mom's house with a friend. The first hour was spent just reflecting what was over.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Similarly, I remember the last day I wore a baseball uniform. I was given the let go from the college baseball tryouts, and I was kind of glad. my shoulder was worn out, and i couldn't throw the ball anymore, not like i used to. I was only 20 years old, but i had played baseball for 15 years of my life. I wore that uniform the rest of the day. When I took it off, it went into a drawer full of clothes that didn't fit anymore, and shortly thereafter, I moved away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes, if you do remember, you just can't shake it. Never.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-=T=-&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">cooperati</dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 12 Dec 2007 00:29:41 -0000</pubDate></item></channel></rss>