For Sale.
Pack your boxes. Only you can sort away the posthumous reputation of all those memories. As you pack your boxes, you’re left to sort through the pieces left over; fragments and remnants, odds and ends. There are those who say you are mistakenly calling this the end. They amply declare that it may actually be a great beginning. What is the point of a beginning or end? Isn’t life one contiguous series of cycles and changes and developments? There are no arbitrary starting and ending points but rather recurrent stages of variation and those memories most precious will remain illuminated in shapes and forms; never to be forgotten. You have just consummated that period of your life. Smile when you look back at it because it shapes your tomorrow and know that you aren’t really left without it just because you can’t reach out and touch it right now.
