THE END?

I see that if we stay and watch long enough, we would find our end from the beginning- when we are at the end.

This is the truth- there is really no end. Every supposed end is the beginning of a new beginning, because ours is an endless journey. It is a spiral wound up round and round, with knots that bring us to a pause, a fake end. But soon we get round the knot, and realize that a new adventure, a new journey awaits us.
I think this is why there is really no full satisfaction for us until we realize that our lives will be for a long, long time. I think it is why we do not, when we ought to, accept who we truly are.  It is why we do not accept many ‘ends’ as seizure, a safe keeping: not a complete withdrawal or taking away.
The satisfaction and happiness that could be said to be deserving of the sons of man could come from knowing a difference between what they call ‘the end’ and separation: their concept of what is over, and a long pause.
I love to think about the lives of men, but I hate, with all fibre, what they think of its end.  Again, there is no end. We might just stop experiencing a part of a circumstance that we have known, it really does not end.
I say, there is no end to life. Yes.
There might be an end to the experience we know of it, but there is no end to what it really is.
Hence, what men call ‘death’ is not an end to life, but a separation from it. Life is a continuous concept- from one it is withdrawn, and then, to another given.

Considering deep truths, the lives of men have no marked end. And if men will pay enough attention, and ignite torches in their souls, they would find this to be particularly relatable and true.
How would I know? It is because the Creator has planted eternity in the hearts of men.
Life is forever.
Therefore, when men die, they are separated from the manifestation of life that their minds are familiar with. Their life, in reality, is not entirely taken away.

It is life, after life.

Consequently, it worries me, like a few other things with humans, that we all, boy and girl, man and woman; all of us rush and fret, without caution or thought, nor wisdom, to and about an end that there isn’t.

We fear ends that do not exist.

Adegbite Joy
200l MBBS