The word hurts because it is broken.
Its sharp shards tear at our hearts.
And life feel uncontrollable and big and messy.
Because life is not in our hands.
We do not run the show.
We are interactive spectators.
All our attempts will not make it eternally better.
Because the world is passing away.
That is the comfort.
Just as it is the curse.
The world is passing away.
Because it is followed by a glory much greater.
At the end of it all there is something else.
Something to look to.
Something to hope for.
Because of hope, going forward is possible.
That is the comfort.
Just as it is the curse.
The world is passing away.
Because it is followed by a glory much greater.
At the end of it all there is something else.
Something to look to.
Something to hope for.
Because of hope, going forward is possible.
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