Realization

Realization…

Death.... it seems so terminal... so final.  Desolate.... resonance of silence. A cry in the dark, a shot across the bow of an abandoned ship, a catastrophic booming sound awakening the darkness and stillness of the oblivion that quietly waits...

Life is like a one-way street heading to a dead end.  It is a street with scenic sites; where we can stop to enjoy, suffer, smile, or cry.  We can share this journey or choose to travel alone, but at the end of the road we must all arrive.  Some travel this road too early, some too late, some just at the right time, but nevertheless, they arrive to the dead end all the same.

From the womb of the grave, I try to hear a whisper… a shred of hope, a flicker of light, but instead I hear quietness… a whisper comes off-key… the winds of a cold winter day caress my senses… as I slowdown while traveling in this one-way street, I finally can see that every soul in this earth will have one single place to meet… this dead end we all must meet, sooner or later that is where we will be.  A well kept secret no one dares to share what we will find once we get there…  Once we end our travels in this one-way street let’s hope that it is happiness what we will meet. Fact is that we are all destined to stop when there is no more road to travel on this dead-end  one way street.

Silence and darkness and tears of grief we share for those who arrived to the dead end of this one-way street; and we cry because we know those who have gone we can no longer see. Comfort or fear we all must feel while we travel in this one-way street, knowing that this dead end we must all sooner or later meet… We have a choice to travel alone, accompanied or parallel, happy or sad on this one-way street.  Make a choice, because how you travel this one-way-street is up to you... be brave and pick before it is too late; and you realized that you have arrived  sad, alone, or unhappy to this dead-end-street!  I realized now that I can only make the choice of doing the things that I can live with, things I wont regret once I arrive to this dead-end-street.  Happy or sad... be what you opt be, the beauty of this trip is that no matter how you choose to travel you are always free to pick.