“And it was like for a moment, O my brothers, some great bird had flown into the milkbar. And I felt all the malenky little hairs on my plott standing endwise. And the shivers crawling up like slow, malenky lizards and then down again. Because I knew what she sang. It was a bit from the glorious 9th, by Ludwig van.”
It is one of the most powerful words in the English language. To some, when they initially hear the word executed in a sentence, they automatically think of a person passing away. Emotions are put to the test and the sanity and over all well-being of the person receiving the news is as well. Where do we go from here? How do we cope with the newly accumulated amount of stress that has been thrown at us? In essence - how will we survive?
The eventual decay of hopes, dreams and aspirations are what comes to mind at the first sound of the word. I suppose it has to do with the fact of how I have been viewing things as of late. Of course, I no longer associate it with negativity. No, this time around I associate it with something positive. After all, it means that I simply have to start anew; something that obviously was not working out for me has to come to its eventual demise and with that ending is a new beginning. Something better has to come of the putrid remains that remain in the afterlife of all living things, etc.
This is what fuels us to become better people.
It strives us to want to reach something much bigger than ourselves. It is that extra push that we need every now and again. I shall embrace death and all its glory. It’s the only way that we can make ourselves have a better and brighter tomorrow. After all, in this lifetime, when all else fails, what can we really count on when the ones that we thought would be on our side aren’t really going to be there? We come into this life alone and not knowing where and what the future has in store for us and sadly that is how it is going to end as well.
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