1000 endings

Don’t you ever mourn the dying of the light?

Every ending has always felt like a death to me. The end of the day, the end of a book, the end of a walk; each is an experience that you can never repeat. Sure, you can re-read a book, or take the same path, but it won’t be the same. Like Heraclitus said, “You cannot step into the same river twice”.

Some day soon it’s going to be the 20th of September 2021, and then it never will be again. Don’t you ever think about that? Doesn’t it keep you up at night?

The French for orgasm is “La petite mort”: the little death. That’s fitting, because as they say, “All good things must come to an end”. Bad things as well— “This too shall pass”. Every hour, every minute, every second that passes is another ending, another moment that died.

We deal with 1000 endings, 1000 little deaths every day, and it’s hard not to mourn the dying of the light when the darkness rolls around again. But if the darkness is a death, then the dawn must represent a new life. Every day we die, and every day we’re born again. And as long as there’s life, there’s hope.