I have always hated endings. I have hated the finalities, I have hated the longing for something that will never be again. I hated finishing primary school, knowing the next year I would have to leave the comfort of my small state school and start at a large private school over 24 kilometres away. I hated knowing the last time I would see someone for a very long time, hated friends moving away, people travelling overseas. I hated graduating high school, knowing that was the last time all 212 of my classmates would be together, the last time I would sit in a circle on a hill with my friends wearing our uniform, the last time I would be a child.
However, there is a last time, for every first time. First time you say a strangers name is the last time they’re a stranger. First time you travel overseas is the last time you dream only of the surroundings in which you were brought up in. First time you tell someone you love them is the last time you are afraid of admitting you have the ability to feel love. First time you fail a course is the last time you pretend that degree is what you want to be doing. First time you graduate high school is the last time you are restricted to 6 subjects and a uniform. First time you pick up a phone while you’re driving, could be the last time you do anything at all.
I have always hated endings and finalities, death is probably as final as you can get. In 2011 59% of Queensland drivers admitted to using a phone to text or call while driving. And I can only imagine that percentage has risen in 2016; with every girl needing to make themselves into a dog simultaneously lip synching the latest drake song while also driving. Or every boy needing to document his speed with the accuracy of the snapchat km/h filter. I have friends that won’t go near corn chips that aren’t organic or god forbid drink a juice not cold pressed but will happily text and drive down the main highway going 110 km/h. If you’re going to text and drive, include your funeral preferences in the message. 11 teenagers die everyday from mobile related distractions. Driving is hard, it requires all your attention, all of the time (I failed my P’s test 4 times, I would know). Those on their Learners, Provisional 1 or 2 licenses are already at a higher risk of crashing due to inexperience, do not stack the odds against you even further. A text can wait, your focus on the road can’t.
Teenagers don’t belong in caskets, I want to choose an outfit to go clubbing, not to bury you in. Do not ask your friends to pick out the songs to play at your funeral. Do not let the first time you pick up your phone while driving be the last time you do anything at all.
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