VideoAudioWritingPhotosResumeContactLinks
Official website of Seattle-area actor and writer Nathaniel Jones

• The End •

Written the night before his 18th birthday, November 28, 2001

 THE END
Seems so very final...

Is the end the breaking point,

Or is it possible to continue

Onward into the future,

Without fear of inevitable change

Of body, of mind, of spirit.

If youth is beauty,

Does beauty die with youth?


If Youth is wasted on the wrong people,

Who is the person wasting the youth?


So many questions.

None with answers.

Or perhaps all my questions

Will be answered by the passing of time.

 

The world is a beautiful place.

I see that now.

I knew that then.

Do I have to forget that,

Or can the beauty of the Earth

Live on inside my heart, my soul?

 

Beauty… is…

 

What?

 

Beauty is all around us.

I’ve heard that the mind is the first thing to go.

Is this true?

I’ve heard that the sense of wonder is the first to go.

If this is true, then the mind is logically the next to go.

After all, what good is mind, if it cannot feel wonder?

 

I suppose my questions will be

Answered tomorrow,

And if not…

I cannot stop tomorrow from coming.

 

So for myself when I read this tomorrow,

Or whoever else reads this whenever,

I wish to put down my message on paper,

For tomorrow I may not remember the message myself:

 

You are beautiful.

No one can take that away from you.

If ever you feel you are not loved,

Give me a call.

If ever you look around your room, and feel the weight of the walls,

Stand up, walk outside, stand in the light of the sun or moon,

Look into the sky and shout at the top of your lungs,

“I am here. I am alive. And I am free,”

 

I won’t always be here.

I won’t always be able to give you a pat on the back,

A hug. A smile.

I won’t always be able to remind you what a great gift it is to be alive.

But if you seek me, I can be found.

I will be in the trees towering above you,

In the dirt under your feet.

I will dance and laugh

As a wave on a tranquil sea,

And as you stand on the shore,

Let my hands reach out and wipe the hair

From your face,

And let me see you smile,

And I will smile back.

Remember me when I am gone, even if I am

Just gone for a moment.

And remember above all

That I love you.



2009 - Nathaniel Jones