Because it’s the end of a bedtime story. The story of a little girl who waited in a garden and grew up to be one of the most remarkable women in the universe. The story of a woman who was forever seared onto the hearts of a raggedy man, who never forgot her. Even after she was gone, it was all still a story…a story in his head. And that’s okay. Because it was a good one. Because it was the best. This is the story of our raggedy doctor, and this is how it ends.
Goodbye, Raggedy Man…
It truly is, the journey that matters.
We live, we learn and we love.
It’s never about the balance between life and death that we all precariously balance ourselves upon.
It should be about those precious moments of triumphs, as well as downfalls, that make our footprints upon the sand.
The tides will come ashore.
They will wash every traces of our steps with ever so carefully and carelessly.
But the focus shouldn’t be about that, either.
The waves are still roaring, far away from you.
Truly, and honestly, Own this moment in time.
Because all these sand particles are yours to build castles and empires with.
(Or you could choose to build a library, or even a small pub that’d be ideal for your favourite street in town).
Let them stand against the test of time, lest your footsteps be washed away.
Here’s to us, lads.
*solemnly raises a cup of Earl Grey*
"Pick a card - any card - and don’t tell anyone what you’ve just picked”
it’ll all make sense in the end,
but for now,
that little magic trick called Life…
…is driving me nuts with all this suspense.