If you knew that you would fail and it would all be for naught would you try anyway? Then continue. The ending will be what it is. ---------- Don't worry so much About how you look You should be more concerned If when I look at you The first thing I see Is your face ---------- 'The tower will outlast all of us,' the headline read. I still don't know If I want it to be true Or not. ---------- I remember reading this story once called The Girl Who Could Fly. It's a pretty good book, all in all. I read it a long time ago. (So, uh, most of this is from memory.)
But I remember one scene clear as day--a scene containing a cricket and a song. The cricket is one of a very rare species, one that lives in opera houses and other such musical places. And they wait their whole lives to sing a single song, where they pour out everything they've ever seen and heard and felt. Then they die (or at least, that's what I remember it saying. I should probably check.) The cricket in the book hasn't seen all that much--in fact, pretty much the only thing it has to sing about is Piper, the main character in the story (who is going through excruciating pain at the time.) And yet, despite all this, it sings. Everyone hears it--the heroes, the villains, everyone. For a moment it's beautiful and touching, and then the main villain is snatching up a shoe and raising it high and the cricket is singing "I sing I sing until the end." And then it stops. (I wish I could tell you how I felt the first time I read it. I think I just had to stop and stare at nothing for a while, because how are you supposed to keep on reading after something like that? I think it says something, that I remember this one scene even now, after having read countless other books and heard countless other stories.) When, years later, we got our front lawn de-weeded and noticed how quiet the night was, my mom wrote a poem wondering if the crickets sang on the way to the landfill. Yes, something in my heart whispered. They did. But people aren't crickets, especially not magic ones. We don't wait our whole lives for one grand finale, or if we do that finale never comes because life's not fair and it doesn't work like that. So this is my song. It's not perfect or beautiful but it's me. And that's enough. I hope that someone, someday, finds meaning in all this. Until the end. -Atlas
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