i. just. can't.

Tristan Robert Lange

i would have it
 
e
n
d
 
if I could.
all of it—
in totalitate—
 
the end.
 
can such
nirvana
ever
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
be?     
 
 

© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, November 13, 2025.
 
Tittu
  • Author: Tristan Robert Lange (Online Online)
  • Published: November 13th, 2025 08:54
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  • sorenbarrett

    A thought provoking piece Tristan. And indeed the end may in fact be nirvana. Where peace is only obtained in death with nothing there after.

  • Paul Bell

    Nirvana in the small print, one must be careful in the end.
    I need to know I'm coming back before I sign up.

  • NinjaGirl

    Who knows? I often wonder if the peace we desire will never be found... Interesting write

  • orchidee

    Good write T. Bit of French there? Totalitate.
    Now there's a sentence you hear every day from P. - I just can't stop. Stop what? Don't answer that! lol. Hint: it relates to spinach, of course.

  • Doggerel Dave

    As an inveterate agnostic, I have a list pf plausible possibilities in my head. Heading that list (sometimes in second place), is nothingness…. But does that constitute nirvana? Thanks anyway, Tristan.

  • arqios

    Superbly raw and open to meanings. The hopelessness can at times be overwhelming 🙏🕊️

  • Teddy.15

    Wonderful and thought provoking, its relatable to many subjects in the times we live. Pain or peace, we are all so different that someone's pain maybe someone else's peace, and vice versa. Clever now my mind is in overdrive. 🌹 (Hugs dear Tristan) 🌹



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