Time in itself is a tricky concept the dictionary defines it as a period during which an action, process, or condition exists or continues. So by definition if time is in itself is infinite, is there really ever an ending? My Son said “There is no ending of time only an ending of people’s stories in time.” I think that he is on to something there, the trickery of time is the point where someone starts the proverbial clock and the point where they choose to stop the clock.
Robert Frost said “In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.” I personally subscribe to the idea that only particular parts of time come to what we describe as “The End”. Blahpolar in a post stated ” The thing about death is that it’s so final.” I think that is the part that brings us to our knees. The very realization that there is no longer time for something else is beyond devastating, and still I cannot shake the thought that to experience that depth of grief you were gifted beyond all realms of greatness with an incredible love.
In this moment of time I am going to leave you with this thought from John Rennie-” Transience and limits are at the core of our nature, and you can consider that a curse or a blessing. Our lives are less than atomic flickers on the scale of the cosmos, but they would be equally infinitesimal if they lasted 10 million times longer, and they would still be infinitely precious to us. You have the chance to enjoy some morsel of the years that the sun and stars will last. You should.” 😉