End

“You will look back even on this and reminisce.”

Hmm. Will it be painful?

“Very.”

“Be nice. Observe closely; it is but a memory. Smile.”

I try really hard, but I feel so… anxious.

“Being anxious is assuming you have some sort of a control.”

I feel scared.

“I know.”

How can I 'enjoy' when I am constantly thinking of the end?

“You can’t.”

Yeah! I just can’t. Am I supposed to feel the weight all the time?

“No.”

Then?

“I have no prescriptions. Maybe, accept?”

And how am I supposed to be happy?

“That, I don’t know.”