Doing things the last time…
By Thomas Steiner. Written on . Life
Sunday, gloomy sundayIn a world which currently burns embassies for Mohammed caricatures, I am sitting in front of my PC, listening to the great life album Across the Wire from Counting Crows, dreaming of an eskimo and thinking. How does it feel when you know that you're really doing something for the last time? For example being 80 and visiting say the ocean for the last time in your life? 80 years like my grandpa who unfortunately is far from going anywhere else than around in the four walls he is living in. He is 1/1 bald, my dad is 1/2 bald, I am 7/8 (pessimistic estimation) bald. Inspired by the image on the right, I decided to wear my hair long for the last time in my life. Sorry for being sentimental, sometimes it's just even fun. Especially when being in love and knowing that some things - like hair - just don't count…
Image from spiegel.de