Hello friends. There’s nothing to sell you today.
Well, maybe it’s a topic of consoling people.
Sometimes there’s not much to say, and you know there’s nothing that’ll make them feel better. It’s real tone deaf dishing out any advice in some cases.
Nevertheless, I always manage with these pendants in my backpocket:
For one, despite my repeated dismay of our supposed transience, nothing really ends. We just get a break in-between before it starts again. Start seeing each other again – so it is with our eternity together.
And for two, while we’re waiting, the only thing left is to stay in the present. No use invading our memories for any meaning when we can scrounge some meaning right in front of us.
When you merge the two together, maybe it shows itself as the decoder ring, and if you beam between the lines, then you’ll see the strange possibilities brewing. Whether we come back as alien or our next pit stop is our black hole fated to collapse. Angel wings sound nice.
However it chugs along so inevitably the soul ejects and finds another resting place. Maybe we make new friends along the way. Maybe you’re inclined to call it all delusional – but the delusion is supported by the very question: what were you before you were born anyway?
There’s some solace when you extend a hand to Eternity. You can find Eternity tucked within walks of nature. Maybe between cities. The rhythm of the work day has an amusing consistency too.