Well, itās probably just that I prefer unambiguity (except in jokes, etc.), and as we are not just talking about a year, or a year number, but about LIVES, I like to keep the future open, not like looking into the wide end of a funnel.
E.g., when people marry and say ābest day of my lifeā, I always shake my head and say to myself: āOh, so it gets worse after that day? How sad!ā
Youāre last words are funny
At least not the worst dayā¦
Excepting the suicides, the worst day is usually the last.
Perhaps not if one believes to be going to heaven/paradise/ happy hunting grounds/etc. 
For a Christian the last should be the best. It is our eternal hope to be reunited with the Lordā¦ Weāre only waiting around to help out you lot 
haha
When I was a kid I read a quote saying āhappiness is not something you experience, but something you remember.ā I found it very odd at the time, but, growing up I realised that odd as the phrase was, it held quite a lot of truth in it.
Our lives fluxuate and it is hard to imagine them just getting better and better all the time, so I think that it is normal to have ābest timesā that you remember fondly. They do not even have to be anything really important either. Mine, for example, include sitting alone on a particular bench on a particular day or one day when I was gathering olives and the day was crisp and awesome and then a small wind got up and made the trees āsingā.
As far as I am concerned it IS hard to make life better than that or better every day. 
As a Christian, I am quite familiar with the sentiment. The post was meant mainly as a piece of black humor (albeit in the wiseacre vein). However, more seriously, I have always felt that this business of yearning to die to be with the Lord is rather ungrateful for the life we are given. I also think it is generally hypocritical to deny the attractions of corporeal existence unless one has a horrible life, or is an ascetic on a mountain. As I conceive it, our duty is to stand firm in our faith and face death with dignity and composure, so far as circumstances allow.
Well, in my case, living in the same place for most of my life helps bring those things back.
It is funny what infignificant things can trigger a fond or forgotten memory, but if you are totally away from all the all triggers, well, they canāt apply I guess?
E.g.
I was training my basketball shots two weeks ago, the winter sun was shining and it was all nice at the old school court. I was even way early that day, at 2:15 in the midday, the school was just over, the whole vibe was there.
A bit of wind comes up, the trees rustle and I honestly felt very happy at the moment and then the whole mental image of the bell ringing and that Iād have to go back in class in do physics, kicked in. And I remember thinking ādaaaamn, the day is perfect, I aināt wanna go to class nowā and then I remembered that I actually do not have to. 
Been out of school for 20 years, but Iāve been playing there, on that particular basketball hoop, for 27 years.
So the setting is there, the school is there, I am there, the basketball hoop is there and the weatherās is there.
All these help to return to a happy moment of old
Ah, yes, Amazon, that cornerstone of business (or any kind, really) ethics.
Rich people 
Thread is all over the place.
I donāt see news considering the possibilities here, because āCanada, what could happenā.
Ah, yes, Amazon, that cornerstone of business (or any kind, really) ethics.
I do not know why, but the idea of old music and Amazon and the whole thing brought me the idea of making a spoof of the old favorite song āLemon treeā
(with bold the slight changes)
Iām sitting here in a storing room
Itās just another rainy working afternoon
Iām wasting my time I got packages to do
Iām running around Iām working for you
But nothing ever changes
And I wonder
Iām driving around in my cart
Iām driving too fast, Iām driving too far
Iād like to not be in the packaging crew
were we are peeing in bottles all day through
But nothing ever changes
And I wonder
I wonder how, I wonder why
Yesterday you told me 'bout the
Blue, blue sky
And all that I can see
Is just a yellow package crate
Iām turning my head up and down
Iām turning, turning, turning, turning
Turning around
And all that I can see
Is just another package crate
Iām sitting here, I miss the power
Iād like to go out, taking a shower
But the boss needs cash to fly rockets over my head
I feel so tired, I wish I even had a bed
Well, nothing ever happens
And I wonder
minimal effort and it somehow works ā¦ Lemon tree is oddly fitting. 
today is happy chinese new year 
Happy Tiger year, may everyone have nice surprises (and earn one level at least, itās a go server here)
Happy Tigerās year! The year of the BIG cat:
to continue with the old music theme
I especially like the part where he talks about how anything one might try to prove they arenāt a psychopath can be used as evidence of another kind of psychopathyā¦ there is no escape!