bleahhh;
the last hurrah
& Thursday, September 7
you know how it is when you get to the last chapter. and the author ends this way: this is not the end, just a new beginning. it could be a book of two lovers coming together after a million obstacles, life anew. it could be a story of a man in jail, ending with his release, new life. a new beginning always seems to mean, a happy ending (if this ending is real and not just another new beginning)
it is encouraging to some people, i think. one guy said that to oprah, and she said wow that's comforting. is it really? frankly when i come to the end of my race, i would like to stop and go drink some water thank you very much. it's like you're gasping for breath few steps from the finishing line, and the official comes to you cmon go line up, hurry! hellooo it aint overr. who cares if you won or lost. just go put your face near the red track white line, the pistol will set you free. again.
perhaps, we can look at it differently. this 'end' is just a reststop, recharge they say. like a pitstop in le grand prix. then you go on. go on. go on. goon. gooon. gone
how draining.
i wish for an ending, no comma. one big dot there, that's that. at least i wouldnt have to worry about my attitude, wouldnt have to worry about giving up halfway because that sucks. wouldnt have worry which side of eternity i would be on, that is scary bigtime.
no escaping to oblivion. we just go on.
i wonder if you told yourself i've had enough of this wretched race, when we drove you out of the temple. when we hurled insults at you. when we made you carry a cross. when we drove nails in. when we spat. when some of us cried, did you want to say why the tears, this aint the end, it's the beginning. cross my heart. it gets even better. someone told me that i could give all my cares and worries to him. someone said that i could exchange my burden for his, because his aint heavy.
you think oblivion's great? wait till you see what i have in store for you.
goodbye
9:18 PM