The rest is silence… thoughts after Hamnet and Hamlet… (spoiler alert)

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The rest is silence… by moi

The rest is silence.


That is how it is.
When we traverse from the living life

to the Otherworld.
Tír na nÓg as the Irish Celts and Gaels called it.

The plague comes. The call of the dark forest.
The Celtic tree of life. Life cycles.
The last look.

We can fight it, we can hate it, we can fear it.
But it will ultimately reign.
There is nothing we can do.
It’s overwhelming mother’s pain.

But, in the end,
 we either accept it and survive
For the moments given us.
Or fight it and die with the pain of it,
Over and over again.

But oh,
 was it so special.

Before the call to the Otherworld.
What absolute moments of glory,
Of fast heartbeats,
 of skin to skin,
The anticipation. A smile.
The smell of her hair.

We should fight to feel for the time given us.
Focus, “on the nature of daylight”.

“To die, to sleep, to sleep, 
perchance to dream”.
The rest is silence.
 And the silence is the rest.

But till then,
Fight. Fight. Fight.
Feel. Feel. Feel.

Courage.
Brave
Experience.
Curiosity.
Reveal.

💙 🦋