People will tell you endings are beautiful, and they might be right, but if we've learned anything, don't we know that life doesn't have to be beautiful (or be anything) for us to enjoy it? I will be happy with the cloudiest sunset, the biggest cliffhanger at the end of the movie, the hastiest goodbye hug, if they bring us closure. Weep when it comes, but appreciate it when it happens; when endings are over, what do we have left? We can stitch together beginnings and ends, different threads that blend into each other until they are all indistinguishable. An ending will still be just that, and I will await it patiently, as it is hard to live in the moment until you know it is the end.
I hope you enjoyed this piece! I think it sums up my experiences with time and self-reflection pretty well. Although I’ve improved at living in the moment, I still tend to have this attachment to endings since I won’t realize how much I appreciate something until it’s on its way out of my life. Let me know if you guys can relate–I’m assuming it’s actually a pretty common feeling. Please feel free to leave feedback or writing challenges in the comments.
Also, a note from pre-Election Day me (writing this a week in advance, as always): hoping for a fair election and a peaceful transfer of power. Stay safe and healthy out there.
Brooke