Let Me Know My End

📝Reflection

A strange prayer. Usually we beg to forget death. Yet this poet asks the opposite: let me know my end clearly. Why? Because only one who knows the end does not squander the now. When we imagine time is endless, we spend today carelessly. I lived straining to forget death, but what actually made life vivid were the moments I faced its limit. That there is an end — that was the single reason today became so precious.