Why do you tremble whenever his name is mentioned?
Because his name carries loss. It carries the image of an empty bed, a voice suddenly silenced, a letter left unfinished.
He is a moment… a pivotal moment between "was" and "is no more."
That moment shatters entire lifetimes.
The shattering happens in the hearts of those who remain.
And is it their fault that they loved?
He is the beginning of the end, not the end itself…
The end of habit, the end of tangible existence, the end of waiting for the door to open and for someone to enter who will never return.
He is a brief moment… but his impact is lasting.
So why doesn't he grant a chance for farewell?
Existence doesn't follow a schedule.
He sees our fear.
Some see it as the end of comfort, others as the beginning of darkness.
But in both cases, he is the same.
He is always near, yet rarely present.
Without him, time becomes meaningless.
He exists. He is not a punishment, but a limit.
A limit is what gives something its value.
The sea without a shore is chaos, and life without an end is even greater chaos.
The pain it leaves behind is heavy.
The pain that testifies that something was real.
He is the gateway, not the path beyond. What lies beyond is a question greater than himself.
Many hate him in their moments of weakness.
But in time, some understand.
He wants nothing. He neither asks nor compromises.
He will undoubtedly come one day.
he is the boundary. A comma. A transition. The beginning of an end, and the end of a beginning.
They fear him, but in his presence, they live more deeply. Because every moment without eternity... becomes more precious.