Hello Friend. Here we are together. You and me, on the last page.
Over the past few years, life seemed to be moving too slow for me and I was always haunted by this feeling of “missing” things. However, recently there’s been a flutter and now I’m collecting the broken pieces. I don’t know what’s worse- being sad or not having any reason to cheer anymore.
I think once I’m gone, you won’t be coming back here for a while, and you might be alone, which you should never be. Don’t be alone. And please do one more thing for me.
There’s a girl singing songs and dancing by the riverside. She’s going to wait a long while so she’s going to need a lot of courage. Go to her and tell her the story.
Tell her that if she’s patient, the days are coming that she’ll never forget. Tell her that she’ll shine like a sun in the sky. She’ll fall in love with a man who will wait a thousand years to keep her safe. Tell her that she’ll give hope to all with her stories, and save a lot more by giving them courage.
Tell her that some stories are incomplete because they are best left unsaid. It’s often at the end that we begin to notice how beautiful and perfect the plot always was. And then we appreciate the small moments of joy and even sorrow.
Tell her that sometimes it is the very last sentence of our favorite book which is the most difficult one to read. But then we always have another great book to take care of us. Eventually, we either discover the love or we return to the book we had left behind. And at moment we know after all is said and done, that which particular book was our favorite story all along.
So this is it then! Together we two conquered much darkness in our story but also ruined many beginnings by- Overthinking, Expecting, Worrying, Fantasizing, Doubting.
Perhaps, Hemingway was right after all-
We are better when we don’t think so deeply…
This was my story and this is where it ends.
Exploring a different style of story-telling, something that I haven't done before on my blog :) #reflection_ending