There is no such thing as the beginning and the end.
There is only the before and the after.
Before the pain.
After the happiness.
Before sickness.
After health.
Before the appointment.
After the news.
Before death.
After life.
After.
After.
After.
The afters continue until there are no befores left and that, the final after, hurts. Oh God it hurts. It hurts so much that I almost wish there were no befores to begin with.
And so here I am, in the midst of the final after, wishing there was such a thing as beginnings and endings.
At least if there was a true beginning to pain there would be an end to it as well.
But there is no end.
There is only the after.
-KM 02.16.2015
