The Knock On The Door Of Your Heart

[Caspar David Friedrich - Wanderer Above the Sea of Fog]

Well, it comes and we are here, waiting for it to happen. We have no choice. We have no option. All we can do is wait for it to arrive. There is no place we could escape to, no place to run to, and there is no place to hide. It will always find us, eventually. Even if there were some way of escaping, we are not sure that – in the end – we would take it.

Sometimes you grow weary of the chase, of always being on guard. Dreading its arrival, but at the same time longing for an end to it all. The not knowing is the hardest part, not knowing if it will come for you first, or when you will feel that cold hard knock on the door of your heart. Still you hope that it comes for you before it comes for anyone you care about, because you know they will bear your loss easier than you could bear theirs.