The Last

by Hanna Jameson

‘New antagonists will for ever rise and step into the arena, and piece after piece will crumble off our beautiful world, as though it were an ancient ruin, through whose decaying walls the wind and rain whistle. Every day another piece will crumble off, until nothing but a heap of stones marks the place where it once stood, in better days. And we take part in the cruel game, under the illusion that we can bring it to a happy conclusion. It saddens me to think what the end will be.’

‘A lot of people confuse movement with progress,’

People are so arrogant; they assume anyone is up to the job. They have kids in their twenties, or even earlier, before they know how to be an adult themselves. Anything you do not deal with through extensive introspection and therapy, you will pass on to your children.

this is just one way in which the mind seeks to re-establish control, searching for meaning in a largely random and uncaring universe.

I am so sad that they will never know the world as it once was.

Attempting death by suicide was a cry for help. It was an outburst of extreme pain, and none of us wanted to deal with someone else’s pain when we could barely deal with our own.

If you don’t make the decision to love, every day, it’s an easy thing to forget.

An ending is easy. This terminal waking up, morning after morning, isn’t easy. Repairing and rebuilding isn’t easy either.