Dear Humans,

I was getting low on body wash, so I bought a new bottle a couple weeks ago. And I’ve been excited to use it. Which sounds strange. But when you get older, you start to appreciate the little things like the first squirt of a new bottle of body wash.

And though I’d really like to give that new bottle a prodigious squeeze, I’m using every last drop of the old bottle. And that old bottle seems to be endless. It just keeps giving and giving.

And I think maybe it’s the universe sending me a message (in a bottle): endings are pretty good, too. And they should be cherished just as much as the new beginnings they give way to.

Sincerely,

Mr. Curt