Some call me...

Some call me thief. They say they did not see me coming, that I was unexpected, but they always knew I was there. For I sit patiently even though many perceive me as active. I do not take what is not mine, but I am the villain because I take what you thought was yours. My space is lonely, and I am unwanted, yet I do not falter in my work nor do I bring pain in my embrace. Everyone wants to be free of me, yet without me the world they exist in would lose all sense of joy and wonder.

Some call me a curse. They wish me to visit myself upon others as though I were some evil. Yet I am not evil. Would you call the air you breathe cruel or would you name the water you drink foul? Each morning without me is a blessing and yet I have never left, so each morning is the same with or without me. Why label me unfair when I simply exist? My intention has never brought anyone pain, yet I am the one blamed for their grief.

Some call me relief. They see me as the answer to their problems and wish that I might end the suffering they are enduring. Is that right? Is that wrong? I have found that it is right when I have come for one unknown or at least unknown by them. I know that I must do what I am asked. A hammer cannot be used to saw wood. We must do what we were made to do. I have no choice. Yet I cannot seem to win. Either I am wanted or hated, why? What have I done wrong?

Some call me justice. They say my company is proper punishment for those who would wish harm on others. Yet for some I am a symbol of dread. I am proudly brandished by those who wish to rebel and spread fear. Yet those who carried me will be the very same condemned to my camaraderie. The irony is that I shall also visit those who thought I was only for the wicked. In a sense I am truly just, for I have no bias and will enjoy anyone’s company.

Some who encounter me declare me destiny and for that I am to be embraced. I am used as the ultimate show of power and bring completion to one’s existence. With me the world can be changed but without me the world can be a better place, or so I have heard them say. I am pondered by intellectuals and often ignored by fools. Many seek me out but not for themselves but to use on others. Somehow believing I will never look for them if they wield me.

How can this be? Am I not a thief, am I not a curse, am I not relief, am I not justice, am I not what brings change, am I not destiny, am I not a weapon, and am I not the end? Just as life is many things so am I. You have all only read half the book. You have looked at only one half of the page. That is okay though, I do not simply leave because you wish to ignore me. You will soon learn what I have to offer. You will soon see what it is like on the other side. Birth is a sunrise and so the sun must set but this does not mean that the sun has left. It does not mean you should cower in fear until the next day's dawn. Enjoy the night, embrace it, embrace me for you have nothing to fear in your end. I love you all equally and one day we shall all meet.