This phrase has been stuck in my head quite a bit lately. Not so much in tandem with the recent passings of numerous famous (and infamous) people we’ve known in our lives, but more with how nothing is ever permanent. It’s a theme that runs rampant in the Mendaihu Universe. Things end, things begin. Things evolve. It’s never the end of the world; it’s just an unfortunate moment that we must process in some way. Yes, there are horrible things in history, horrible things that cost lives, and I’m not ignoring or belittling that. But in the evolution of humankind, it’s never remained that way forever. We learn from our mistakes as well as from our insights. We make things better for ourselves and for others. There are always naysayers, but there are others who believe. There are destroyers, but there are also makers.
And to be honest, that’s the most fascinating part of being alive for me.