A sealed tomb looked like the end too.

Endings announce themselves with great confidence. A closed door, a final answer, a stone rolled across the front of something you loved: it all presents itself as settled, and for a while there is nothing to see that says otherwise. Nothing here denies how final it looks. It says that looking final and being final have come apart before.

If you are in one of those weeks, you do not have to feel hopeful in order to keep going. Do the small ordinary things that keep you alive to a different outcome, and give it more time than your fear wants to give it.