On a Saturday evening,
Standing on the shore,
With water splashing on my feet,
I wondered, "Where does it end? It has to be somewhere!"
A warm gust of air enveloped me, hugging me, caressing me,
Making me forget all my worries,
The sea answered, "It does end, my child. As does everything, the pain, the suffering, the happiness, a fulfilling day, a grieving night, everything comes to an end.
Your eyes cannot see the last of mine yet,
But it doesn't mean that it is not there."
As if in a trance, a question slipped off of me, "Does it mean I should stop rowing, if I start now? It will end no matter what right. What is the point then?"
Giving me a motherly kiss on my left cheek, she answered "And what of the things you shall discover while on your way? Should you not experience that, instead of fearing the end?
The journey matters my child, the only thing that matters."
"Up until the end?"
"Up until the very end."
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