Should the days have seemed fraught with despair and the nights teeming with sorrow, know this: if peace had not yet graced you, then the end was not upon us.
Though life had been filled with tribulations,
though you traversed a path beset with hardships,
though the choices you faced may have rent your soul,
though the vast expanse of possibilities may have threatened to engulf you,
though the paralysis of endless contemplation may have bound you,
though your own tumultuous thoughts may have anchored you in place,
though it seemed the world around you surged forward whilst you remained still,
though the weight of existence bore heavily upon your spirit,
there lay an end to all things, and therein, solace could be found.
Take heart, for...
In the final reckoning, when the twilight of our days gave way to the dawn of judgement, tranquility would be yours. If tranquility eluded you, then the journey was not yet concluded.
Rise to heaven or burn in hell?
These were but mere destinations.
It was the reprieve we sought.
Reprieve from the anguish.
Reprieve from the burden.
Reprieve from the relentless pressures.
Reprieve from the very heaviness of being.
Joke Time:
What’s the deal with these emails telling us that in the end, everything’s going to be fine? If it’s not fine, it’s not the end? I mean, who writes this stuff? Are we really supposed to relax just because someone says the end isn’t here yet? Life’s falling apart, but hey, don’t worry—it’s not the end! That’s like telling someone mid-air in a freefall, “Don’t panic, you haven’t hit the ground yet!”
Onward,
Alexander "emo like J.W. von Goethe" Kluge
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