The Final Step

The final step towards the ladder of eternity… It has to be the hardest one to take.

And even though your hands are shaking… even though your heart is pounding… and even though your eyes are drowning in bitter tears… you have to take it. Even though storms of memories and regrets and hopes… are devastating the shore of your soul… you have to take it.

Don’t look back and cry for what’s behind you… just shadows and dust… look up or forward… look towards the light that waited for you… all your life. It was always there. It was always in your heart… You waited for it and it was waiting for you… all along.

The final step is here. I’ve imagined thousands of times… this moment… and it still feels brand new. It’s a thrill that crosses your spine… it’s a cold winter feeling combined with the hot sun of the summer… It’s a thought and an idea… it’s a… stage… a kind of level… a final level… of everything. It’s an end that feels like a beginning… a pain that feels like a relief… a poem that looks like a tragedy but feels like a romantic happy ending. It’s there… everywhere… It always was. Always. Like a door… like a way out… like a solution to every single problem… Like a window to heaven… You can always watch through this window… everything looks beautiful… but… you can’t touch it. It’s there… just to be seen… and admired. Any touch would mean… creating another reality… another beautiful view… different but in some way… the same.

Death always seemed to me more beautiful than life. So peaceful… so quiet… so simple… and so natural. Life on the other hand… complicated… tricky and challenging.