I don’t know who told you it was too late.
Too late to feel wonder again.
Too late to create a memory that rewrites the story.
Too late to laugh so hard your ribs ache and your cheeks stay sore.
Too late to feel so safe that your body finally exhales
Maybe no one told you, maybe you just feel it, like I have many times.
Either way, I want to tell you something I know I’ve needed to be reminded of:
As long as life is still being lived, core memories can still be made.
Not just remembered from the past
Made in the present. –Kobe Campbell
Real Life of an MSW 