The End?
“There is no real ending. It’s just the place where you stop the story.” — Frank Herbert
There are very few things in life that ends. Like, even after death—Life continues. So does the struggle for survival.
Right now, I’m reading “The Wright Brothers” by David McCullough and I’m in the 6th chapter.
Orville and Wilbur Wright have made “the first flight ever in which a piloted machine took off under its own power into the air in full flight, sailed forward with no loss of speed, and landed at a point as high as that from which it started”. And it is just 5th chapter.
As someone reading for the first time, you would think,‘Yeah, they made the first flight and then they’ll get famous and then they lived happily ever after.’ Life is rarely like that. It never ends, it is often a new beginning even when it seems like it’s ending.
So, in the 6th chapter the author mentions that— No one trusted that these two not-so-well-known brothers had made their first flight.
A news editor read the telegram that the brothers had sent and showed no interest. “Fifty-seven seconds, hey?” he said. “if it had been fifty-seven minutes, then it might have been a news item.”— How do you react to that? What will you say to that?
“They had endured violent storms, accidents, one disappointment after another, public indifference or ridicule, and clues of demon mosquitos. And It wasn’t much that made them fly; it was hard work and common sense; they put their whole heart and soul and all their energy into an idea and they had faith.”
So, keep at it. Don’t give up. Doesn’t matter what people think or say. In the end, there is no end.
And always remember what Nietzsche said, “I know of no better life purpose than to perish in attempting the great and the impossible”.
PS: will share more on the chapters.