There is a saying, “The little bird sings in the dark, welcoming the dawn he knows will come.”
By itself it doesn’t make sense. Consider it a metaphor that opens a door. It is not really about birds but people, so many interpretations are possible. From where I stand, mid-way in my nineties, the end of a long journey approaches. As surely as a bird knows morning will come, I know death is my destination.
What about “welcoming the dawn he knows will come”? I can speak only for myself, and then only from where I am today. Alone in his darkness the poor bird trustingly sings.
An old saying says, “Nothing makes decisions so easy as having no options.” Will I sing for joy and welcome death? Who knows?
Life will end. That is a certainty that cannot be denied. In some circumstances, it will be a joy to arrive and celebratory singing could be a possibility! My present attention is focused on the process of getting to that point.
With my beloved family and friends beside me, the trip is accomplished. Content, I wait for the final door to open. A bird sings in the dark.