Saturday, December 5, 2020

There Is No Arriving

© 2020 Diane Pendola

There is no arriving. There are only mountain tops and valleys, river crossings and sea crossings, desert wanderings and meadows of wildflowers. There is only the journey, the ecstasies and the terrors, and the dull days of tedious walking carrying a heavy pack, but getting stronger with each step. T.S. Eliot says the end will be our beginning and then we will know ourselves. Our deaths will be the summation of our lives, each temporal step now held in an eternal gaze. Just keep walking. Till then, just keep walking.

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2 comments:

  1. Urânio PaesDecember 10, 2020 at 9:34 AM

    I love this! And, I am waiting for you to share more and more of your inspiring writing with everybody else!

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    1. dianeDecember 11, 2020 at 10:02 AM

      Thanks Uranio! Finally,uh? (smile)
      I plan to do a few a week. Eventually try some audio and video so "voice" gets included, as you have been encouraging. Feels good!

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