My Grandfather used to talk a lot about the end of days. It terrified me. I had nightmares. I would dream about hellfire and the sky splitting open, waking in a cold sweat and gasping for breath. I'm not calling it trauma, every kid is afraid of the dark. My monster didn't hide under the bed, it was far bigger than that.
Big as it was though, it taught me a lesson that shaped my view of life and all things. Whatever I fear, I turn to it and face it full on. I call it out. I yield to it. And then I observe that I still exist, and it loses it's power. Or maybe it consumes me.
Today is Doomsday. So was yesterday. I expect that tomorrow will be as well. I've lived with Doomsday personally for forty-five years. I still exist. I see that you do as well.
"Write it on your heart that every day is the best day of the year. No man has learned anything rightly, until he knows that everyday is Doomsday."
"Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year. He is rich who owns the day, and no-one owns the day who allows it to be invaded with fret and anxiety.
Finish every day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in. Forget them as soon as you can, tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely, with too high a spirit to be crushed with your old nonsense.
This new day is too dear, with its hopes and invitations, to waste a moment on the yesterdays."
"There is nothing better for a person than that he should eat and drink and find enjoyment in his toil. This also, I saw, is from the hand of God, for apart from him who can eat or who can have enjoyment?" Ec 2:24-25
-Quotes from Ralph Waldo Emerson, Qoholeth, reflections from me.
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