The first time for everything is always messy. A child’s first words are commonly mumbled with no real meaning. First steps stumbled are often preceded by an immense fall. First days of school are awkward. First time riding a bike, scrapes and bruises are inevitable. First time cooking can end in burnt edges. First kisses are sloppy. First times aren’t meant to be romanticized.

Last times are also very messy. Last words aren’t always philosophical like Thomas Hobbes’: “I am about to go take my last voyage, a great leap in the dark.” Last steps are just as awkward as first, accompanied by stumbles and hesitation. The last day of school marks the end of a rehearsed schedule, which could be beneficial, but it also signifies immediate change. The last time performing simple tasks like cooking, or riding a bike, can hurt worse emotionally than the physical pain. Last kisses haunt the mind, like pests, reminding you of what you could have kept. Last times should also not be romanticized.

Unlike first and last words, young adults and adults can speak eloquently and precisely, expressing exactly what they mean with literal or metaphorical phrases. Words become like art, and can be painted on, to express. First steps and stumbles transform into running, with or without a destination. First days of school and last days of school can be dramatic, but in November, when the chilly weather starts to settle, most people find their groove. After riding a bike many times, and cooking many times, there is an element of second-nature. Kissing becomes less exciting and more normal once the initial butterflies and sweaty palms clear up. These are the days that should be romanticized.

Firsts and lasts are important, but not nearly as important as the journey from one end of the spectrum to the other. Make each day feel as important as one’s first and last. Each day counts more. Each year, we pass the anniversary of our first day, and the future anniversary of our last day. Let us romanticize each of the days in between!