End Times
I cannot help but feel some global tragedy is looming over us. This is a popular belief these days; it seems that people have come to accept that something will happen sooner or later. There is a certain excitement about it, for we all know that heroes are born during tragedy, will I be a hero, or will I be a face in the mud?
-At the movies, Sartre-
“She took my hand and held it in hers without a word. I was flooded by bitter joy and I understand, without having to look at my watch that it was eleven o’clock. From that time on we began to feel the minutes passing. That time we were leaving each other for 3 months. At one moment they threw a completely blank image on the screen, the darkness lifted, and I saw that Anne was crying. Then, at midnight, she let go of my hand, after pressing it violently; I got up and left without a word. That was a good job.”
I remember words that my mother gave me when I was young. I had broken both my wrists and was in the hospital enduring grueling pain. She sat down beside me and calmly told me to always remember that, “This too, shall pass.” At the time I took comfort in those words, those which I have come to fear more than any other. Grab the hands of the ones you love, because we must never forget that this too shall pass.
The moment has answered to me, and it has passed. It is time to finish my coffee and go to work. I’ll put a smile on and empty my mind; where I work, there are no thoughts allowed.
