It is a kindness when it is finally over.

No matter how good or bad.

The end of a chapter.

An age come to a close.

Filled with rest and tangible relief.

The kind even your foundation can sense.

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It is a kindness because it was a promise to myself.

Whispered under the quiet of darkness.

Desperate and full of pleas.

As I stare sideways at the red of the analog clock by my bedside.

Waiting for the pain to be over with every fiber of my being.

A promise that is always answered but never immediately.

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It is a kindness by making the good times better.

Forced perspective of all the minor blessings.

Like being able to breathe clearly when not sick.

The way the wind blows across the skin on a beautiful clear day.

Those obvious little things that are never obvious unless relevant.

Creating well intentioned gratefulness.

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How many times have you prayed for the end?

End of the present and a jump to the better.

It got better eventually with time or hard work to get there.

But the end is always there.

Waiting like the final note of a song.

Creating the meaning and victory you crave.