When The End Arrives | 4.15.21
Dichotomy, best way I know how to say it, human beings are two things, contrasting one another, at all times. We’re walking juxtapositions, the whole of us, a combination parts that contradict, but somehow still fit. We wander through a lifetime being both darkness and light, joy and sadness, hope and despair, and it’s always been this way. When the end arrives for me, I know I will oddly be two things at the same time: More, but also strangely Less. I will grow, I will add to myself in dozens of ways to become a much more full and well rounded human, but I will also be less. I will strip off the excess that I never needed to carry, I will whittle myself down to the bare white bone of the matter, the shining few necessary to sustain a life. More close friendships, but less artificial ones, more hope, but less forced toxic positivity. More time to spend on what matters, less time to spend on all that doesn't. More love for those I love, less worrying about how it is reciprocated. We become more, but we become less, and this contrast is a beautiful one. We’re capable of such opposites, we always have been.
When the end arrives
I will be this only more,
this and also less.
Haiku on Life by Tyler Knott Gregson
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I love so much about this: 1) that we have such difficulties holding two opposing thoughts, needs, and paradigms in ourselves and our lives, and yet how much we exist within them. 2) I always wonder what I will feel at that end - if I have forewarning, what I will do, and if I don't, what that sense of "none of what I was just concerned about matter any more." How weird is that?
Just as waves return to depths,
Heightless, yet infinite
When I go, It will be with the sea
Maybe someone, somewhere,
will behold the crest, silenced by the crash.
Maybe someone will chase the break,
praying for the perfect wave.
Maybe the water roars regardless.
For nothing stops the silence
in the depths of the sea