As I don't know about tomorrow, I never save the best for later.

Stop Saving the Good Stuff

We're all familiar with that nagging voice telling us to save the good stuff—the nice wine, the comfortable chair, the conversation that matters—for some future moment that feels more deserving. But life doesn't cooperate with that logic. Tomorrow arrives with its own urgencies, its own distractions, and often enough, it doesn't arrive at all. What Coelho is really pointing at is something most of us learn too late: the best moments aren't wasted when we actually experience them.

The trick isn't recklessness, though. It's recognizing that "later" is a myth we tell ourselves to feel in control. We think delaying pleasure somehow makes us responsible or wise, but usually it just means we end up not having the pleasure at all. The wine stays in the cabinet. The chair goes unused. The person we wanted to really talk to drifts away. Meanwhile, we're banking on a tomorrow that's never guaranteed.

This doesn't mean ignoring consequences or spending rent money on champagne. It means noticing where you're holding back—not out of genuine necessity, but out of habit or fear. It means using the good dishes. Calling someone just to hear their voice. Doing the work that actually feels alive to you, not just the work that looks impressive. The real recklessness is betting everything on a future that might never come while the present slips past.