“In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.” ― Robert Frost
In those moments of true despair, when it feels that we have lost hope for the better, when we have forsaken our passion for life, it’s a bit tricky to look around and see what’s happening to all the others who inhabit your own little story: life does not stop. It goes on. It carries on, no matter what.
And, whether you’re willing to see it and accept it or not, life goes on for you too.
Whether you want it to or not, life goes on. And, slowly, it takes everything away.
Yes, it’s true: pain does not last forever, even if it lasts a lifetime. Sadly, nothing lasts forever. Everything gets lost in the cruel sands of time; everything gets erased.
In fact, I write with this cruel certainty in mind. I know that I am mortal, but at the same time I know that only my actions will reverberate along the years, long after I’m gone. That’s why I write, actually. Hoping that some part of me will endure.
It’s an ironic fate this one: we aim for greatness, we crave for it, and, yet, we only endure.
The past couple of weeks have been terrible. Medical problems, my grandfather incredibly ill in the hospital. Bills to pay, food to buy, and no energy to write.
But life goes on.
Yes, yesterday, after I’ve seen my grandfather at the hospital, looking as bad as I’ve ever seen him, I couldn’t see it. I myself in pain, battling to stay aware enough to find a way, or just to write a few words on this blog, I felt like hope had abandoned me.
But, you see, life’s full of surprises. When you give up on yourself, someone else is usually there, willing to give you hope, to fight for you, to fight alongside you in something that’s not even their battle. I have to thank my girlfriend for that, and even though odds are she may never read these words, I thank her for her care and love.
And all this reminded me of one of my favorite quotes, from The Diary of Anais Nin: “You cannot save people. You can only love them.”
Ultimately, that’s the most you can do, and why wouldn’t it be enough? Why love wouldn’t be the most precious thing we can offer another human being?
And, yes, love does save. In the end, nothing else really matters. This is life’s most profound answer: in the end, love is what actually prevails. Love is the only thing that endures. In many, many forms.
It’s the last week to give donations, and help me with my medical problems. Only $485 left to raise in order to pay for all the medical care I require.
Murray, Gary, Malcolm, Elizabeth, Brett, Linsay, Jessica, and so many others have helped me immensely during the last few days, and for this I want to thank them.
I don’t know what would have happened without you. I don’t even want to think about it.
If you want to help me out, you can contribute any amount you want here.
Once again, thank you,