Last Licks

Woke up this morning with this on my mind, thought I’d share it.

There’s this kind of hunger that doesn’t want much, just a little more. A few more seconds. One last taste.

Like when you’re deep in a dream and you know you have to wake up, but you try to stay just ten more seconds because you feel like something important is about to happen. And then you wake up, and the whole thing slips away like it never mattered.

Or when you’re eating from a tub of Ben & Jerry’s, and it’s just one more spoon, one more bite, because maybe this one will hit different. But it never does. You just regret it later and forget how it even tasted.

Last licks don’t really mean anything. They just feel like they do.

It’s such a physical thing. In spiritual stuff, ten more seconds can actually change something. You can learn something real, feel something deeper. Maybe that’s how someone becomes a Reb Shimon Bar Yochai.

Maybe the last licks don’t matter. Or maybe that’s exactly when everything starts.