All things in good measure, the Risble Rambler has a nice take on it.
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If there’s one phrase I’ve heard a thousand times, it’s “all good things must come to an end.” That’s all well and good: after all, all good things do come to an end eventually. Book club meetings. A season of your favorite T.V. show. Good books. Magnificent garden parties. You name it and you enjoy it, it ends. Circle of life, all that jazz. Yeah, yeah, yeah, we know.
It’s at this point that we stop and wonder, “So…why doesn’t the really awful stuff in life end sooner?”
Good grief, I know I can’t answer that. It would be convenient if bad things ended sooner. It would be easy, smooth, blowing over as quickly as a summer storm or as quick as getting a flu shot. But no. By some awful Murphian law of nature, bad stuff lingers. I’d philosophize on this if I had time and you all had…
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