What a wonderful world!

There is always an end. Always. Without fail.

Whoever it may be. Whatever it may be.

Is there something in this universe that can boast of immortality? 

The sun? The oceans? The wind? They would probably face their end someday. 

We might not know. We would have probably ended long before that.

Could we be immortals? Would we like being immortals? 

We realize the value only when the end approaches, be it our end or be it the end of something we treasure. 

All good things need to come to an end.

Why then the care? Why then the screams? Why then the tears? Is it all in vain?

No. There seems to be a higher purpose. 

Really? But the purpose also would need to come to an end. 

Would the purpose be carried forward by the soul? It is said that the soul brings along with it the desires into the human body. Would it then signify an end to the end? 

Good question. But do you believe in the soul?

The end does seem certain. 

Does nobody else realize this? Or is it the realization that drives one towards the search for meaning? Would the meaning bear a meaning when everything else goes meaningless?

Why then the care? Why then the screams? Why then the tears?

There definitely needs to be a higher purpose. 

But why the end then? 
All good things need to come to an end.

An orange peel that lay positioned as if the pulp had staged a brilliant escape from its prison, a cloudy sky that looked like it had broken up with the sun and Louis Armstrong's 'What a wonderful world' that played through my headphones - I never imagined that such a combination could trigger such a flow of thoughts.

Maybe it was the lifelessness. Maybe it was the darkness. Maybe it was the jazz.

But when death, or rather life, is thought about in harshly real terms, the big picture seems perilous. 

Perhaps, this is what makes us all patrons of happy endings.