Echoes of Life and Loss

There’s eloquence at the end of life that is only heard in retrospect. Meaning becomes insignificant, joy necessary as the curtains are drawn, the final goal attained.

The futility of seeking “why” is subdued, for a time, at the understanding that death never makes sense. There will forever be something else to do, something left undone. One more hug to give, one more wedding, or smile, or thought will always make a difference.

The gentle, comforting knowledge that we are not here to understand life and death, makes pain more bearable. We are here to live, as best we can, in the giving and receiving of happiness, thus the continual pursuit.

Smile! Laugh! Frolic! For surely, there will too soon come another day of debt when great clouds of gloom will block the sun and time will swallow life, leaving us to wait for the moment when we once again find meaning in a sunset.

My pain is not your pain. But pain it is.

My joy is not your joy. But share I will. For life is big, and broad, and full! And finite.