Many stories end the with the famous words, "The End."
I'm always tempted to laugh when I read that phrase.
It seems so vague, so unreal.
It's not a bad phrase, it just isn't the right phrase, because where one story ends, another begins.
I've always loved a tragic ending, like a Shakespeare ending that leaves you lost in a state of shock.
But in real life, tragic endings are hard and painful.
When a "story" in life ends in a tragic way, that is when I remind myself of the new "story" that is beginning.
I do not know the new story's plot, or all of it's characters, what the climax will be or if it will end happily.
I only know the Author of all stories is writing another marvelous story and even if it ends tragically, it is only because the ending of a future story will be better because of it.
2 comments:
i like this post.
although it kind of reminds me of the little cat, called hope, that died early this morning after our 15+ hours of trying to nurse it back to health and vitality. :\
the end...sigh.
it can be quite tragic.
This is part of why I love the end of The Last Battle so much. C.S. Lewis doesn't call it "the end." He calls it the beginning. And I just love that.
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