The Last Gifts of the Universe

by Rory August

What I do know is that I have right now. Only this moment is certain. Only this moment is. That is just as true when we are sad as when we are happy. I have fears and doubts about the future, regrets about the past, surely. But realizing our finiteness, acknowledging where we are, is how we reconcile it. It’s how we move forward. It’s how we live our lives to the fullest, even when scared or in pain. Death, like life, is the great unifier. We may not go all at once, but we all go together. I hope that whoever is watching this, or reading it, or hearing it, that you do not suffer pain for too long if I go. I hope you one day recognize grief’s beauty, learn to live with the shadows, to understand that the only reason they could be so dark, is because they were cast by so much light.