What’s the Essence of being First and Last?
So often said is a man’s quest for his ideal woman who would see him as her first love. On the contrary, there’s that ever existing fantasy for every woman to be her ideal man’s last romance. Whoever thought about that idea may have been another illusionist falling out of choice to find solace in the comforts of words. For true as it may seem, every day of his life, a sailor finds a new port of destination to lower his anchor and in the same way, every pilot finds a new clearing from flying over the cloudy skies to lower his plane’s gears for a landing.
I haven’t been much of a pilot to have logged a thousand hours in flying on a dozen of aircraft types with the necessary rating but the last thing I could thank heavens is I have one safe landing to get back on ground (same way as a sailor may have found his way back to dry land).
A soldier may have been struck by his last bullet which unfortunately became his last, which brings to mind my supposed first bullet which missed me inches on my forehead when my colleague had a dry run with an aircraft assault kicking the door of the quarters while I was reading a pocketbook seated inside the barracks. Maybe it was the last pocketbook I’ve read after that and I ultimately served my last day on the job with that low paying, risky job. Tell me somebody who have met their last and kept writing their firsts after that. Well, I wasn’t the lucky guy to live up to a woman’s last and a man’s first but I am fortunate to come up with my first blog each day no matter it ends up last on my publisher’s lists of firsts.
Very good article. I love reading this kind of stuff. Keep up the good work. 
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a wonderful and great thought..really enjoyed it! cheers 
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