Count no man as happy
until his end is known.
What Simon would call
all that Greek shit.
It's not until you know how someone dies
that you know what really mattered to them.
What they cared about,
what they'd sacrifice for.
What they would die for.
Who they loved and who
loved them in return.
We don't have much
control over our lives.
But our end?
Sometimes we write that story.
If you're getting this,
you know my end.
I've never been happier.
