Time ends.
It is usually viewed as this infinite thing that cannot be defined. Science and religion have tried to tell us how it all began and even how it might end. But on a cosmic level, it is not something we can see end. It is not something anyone alive now can hope to see end. But time ends.
They were driving fast. She was behind the wheels and she always said the fast lane was meant for fast driving.
It was late but the moon was full and the night was bright. Their eyes were almost reflecting the twinkling stars.
I SAW THE ENVELOPE FIRST. My name was finely written on the paper. The writer must have taken their time and have a good knowledge of calligraphy, I thought, scared to think of anything else. Seeing my full name sparked something in me. I have not been called by my middle name since my mother passed.
She would say it was the best name in the world. That it was a name that meant so much to her in one of the most depressing times in her life. And she had lots of those.
I loved the name. It made me feel particularly connected to her. I remember watching her face light up as she laid on the hospital bed one evening, her weary eyes making an effort to glow. I took her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. She sighed with content.
Immediately he said those words, he realised things would never be the same with them, ever again. The look in her eyes said it all. Her wide eyes and dropped jaws gave a pretty accurate image of what he imagined went on in her head.
“You don’t mean that,” she said.
“I couldn’t be more serious,” he told her. The cat was out of the bag now, no point hiding from the fact. Continue reading “A Case Of A Bad Break”
“Look.” She said.
I looked and I was glad I did.
She was wearing this ridiculous hat that made her look like a cartoon character. Yet she was the most adorable thing I’d ever seen. The way her smile came out natural, untouched by the heaviness behind her soft eyes, untainted by the crumbling world around us.
“What do you think?”
I just stared. It was hard to put my thoughts into words. What did I think? I thought she was a perfect creation of God, too perfect that she had to be given the weight of the world to try to even it out. I couldn’t begin to understand where her strength came from or the love in her heart. All I knew was…
A phone rang somewhere close, but Mike turned away and placed a pillow over his head. The muffled sound didn’t make him feel any better, but he was in no mood to get up. He had a pretty good idea who could be calling, anyway. If it wasn’t his mother, it couldn’t be anyone else but Mary.
That girl was persistent, he had to give her that. And, any other day, he would pick up the phone in an instant, just not today. Continue reading “Oblivion”
I was in the middle of my devotion this morning (one of my morning routines) and as I was meditating, I was thankful for my position in space-time, my lacks, my wants, my families and friends, my life. Then a simple phrase just popped into my mind, right in the middle of my appreciation:
MEMENTO MORI
It was so profound and resonant that I had to pause and listen clearly. It came again: Memento Mori.
