Endings – a poem

Endings

 

Ultimate

There are no

Happy endings –

Just endings.

 

We leave

It all behind

And are gone.

Forever,

 

In our wake

We leave

The imprints

Of our lives.

 

We live on

In the people,

In the places

And the minds.

 

The ripples

Are echoes

Of who we were

In those who knew us.

 

Opher 2.5.2019

 

 

I believe we have a sentimental view of ourselves as something more than what we really are. We like to think that we will always be here, that the universe cannot possibly go on without us, that we will live forever.

I think we are animals, no greater that an ape, a whale, a cat or an amoeba. We are born, we live and we die. We came from nothing and will return to nothing. The universe goes on without us.

It is our consciousness and awareness that makes us feel that we are special. I do not think we are special at all.

Hence, in this brief period of sentience when we have this ‘miracle’ of life we should make the most of every glorious second. We are a long time dead.