What's your takeaway?
This question pilfered shamelessly from Generation X by Douglas Coupland, one of my favorite books from high school that I’ve been re-reading.
”[...] after you’re dead and buried and floating around whatever place we go to, what’s going to be your best memory of earth? [...] What’s your takeaway? [...] Fake yuppie experiences that you had to spend money on, like white water rafting or elephant rides in Thailand don’t count. I want to hear some small moment from your life that proves you’re really alive.”
Here are my contenders:
-My first kiss, on the beach at night under a full moon, with a beautiful girl I had been in love with for a year but with whom I had thought I had absolutely no chance.
-Harvesting mangoes from the tree I planted in my backyard, baking and photosynthesizing in the Florida sun.
-Saving myself from ER-serious low blood sugar on Christmas Eve by eating every candy cane on the Christmas tree. I think I ate the plastic wrappers too…
-Kissing my friend at 4 in the morning after I told him I have loved him for years.