THE PASSAGE OF TIME

It is the great mystery of human life that old grief gradually passes into quiet, tender joy. 

The mild serenity of age takes the place of the riotous blood of youth and everyday that is left me, I feel how my earthly life is on touch with a new infinite, unknown but approaching unfolding, the nearness of which set my soul quivering with a mixture of trepidation and anticipation. 

Why are some afraid of their life coming to an end? 
Shouldn’t the greatest fear be that it shall never have a beginning?


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