I just got a message from a special someone that Multiply's blog feature is already about to finish its existence. It has been greatly a home for so long. Yet, nothing is permanent in this world. Even in the heightened understanding of its aspect, we can never control it when it reaches the fated termination. Only the quiet music of leaving is offered to the eternal rest.
Will you be so happy to learn that life as we know it is created to be destroyed? No, not the idea of the end of the world, that hoax tale made to chill the bones of people upon the arrival of this year and the same story that became a dwindling comedy by the coming end of the year. The life destroyed by age, by sickness or by malcontent. I talk of the life we lived every second. What comes of us upon the halting of breath?
Indeed, it is a journey no one has ever returned. No wondrous stories of dragons and castles has been truthfully told. We are in no way to grasp it until we reach our own. All that we know is that it is written in the stars that every single one of us is doomed to the unwanted promise of oblivion. And for now, though I wish not to leave, I seek a glimpse of its wondrous uncertainty.
The lines are in debt to another entry. For now, I highlight my return to blog spot. I cannot just leave all my creations in multiply and shredded into the eternal trash bin of the Web. So, there it is, a new beginning after every end.
