All things come to an end.
It is the nature of the universe
for things to wind down eventually.
But do not fret.
Things have to wither away
to give them meaning.
The beauty of life, relationships, even the sun,
is that they all end.
Death is that single moment of finality
that gives everything before it purpose,
setting them ablaze with passion
and raw, unalloyed thankfulness.
May you experience a thousand such little deaths
and may the time between them heal you.
eidolon poetry 