It’s a strange thing, having your world end. After a while you look up to realize – everything around you is still moving. And you think, How? How can the world keep on turning when I hurt so much? It’s like the great sage Samwise the brave said “…how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened?” Fortunately he goes on to say:
in the end it’s only a passing thing this shadow, even darkness must pass. A new day will come, and when the sun shines it’ll shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you, that meant something even if you were too small to understand why. But I think Mr. Frodo, I do understand, I know now folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn’t. They kept going because they were holding on to something.
So this is me, holding onto something. Specifically my dream of writing and reaching people with that writing, my faith, and the belief that no matter how scary this new world may be, God is with me. This is me finding the end of my world, and jumping into the unknown.
“Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning.” Ps. 30:5
Where has your world ended?
The loss of a job,
of a relationship?
What would it look like if instead of avoiding the end of the world we know, we run towards it — and jump?
For more jumping action, check out my best blue’s blog
(Yay alliteration!) and flash fiction Jump.