Eternity
Saw those two words and – I have no other word for it – I freaked.
We are all waiting to hear those two words. Okay. Not waiting, I guess. But dreading to hear the final buzz, to have the light go off and have it not come back, to look back at our life – if that life-flashing-before-your-eyes at the end is true – and find that our life was wasted on things and people and moments that did not mean anything.
(But how could it be that every moment would mean something? What pursuit will that be? Isn’t life supposed to be filled – some of the time – with drudgery? Doesn’t that make the moments that stand out – stand out?)
At that very moment, every thing – every problem, every pursuit, every goal, every yearning – seemed trivial.
It will all end for every one – every one – at one point.
If we have a common destiny – this is it. The end.
And just like that – perspective shifted.
Things – and people and situations that made the heart heavy – seemed ludicrous. Concerns – no matter how deep or hurtful – did not mean anything. They are temporary – like the cold wind that kisses us this winter.
