ending

Everything ends.
Everything.
And that is not a bad thing.
I honestly don't know why endings are linked with bad memories and ugly thoughts.
With so much sadness, anxiety or tears.
Endings can be beautiful, and emotional- in all the right ways.
We have to deal with that.
Sooner or later, some things in our very lives are going to end.
Aggressively or softly- it doesn't even matter.
All that matters is that they will be over.
Done.
When we will look back, they won't be there- waiting for us- anymore.
And as much as that might hurt as a thought, it's the raw truth.
Even us, our personalities, crippling thoughts, mental illnesses and memories, smiles or frowns, are going to be gone one day.
Free.
Out there.
Connecting with the nature.
These days I heard someone saying that death is a scam.
That in any taken action there will be- naturally- a reaction of the opposite force.
But this just doesn't happen in death.
I don't know why, and- probably- never will.
But I like to think that the reaction is for our souls to be let free and blissful.
I lost my train of thought- again.
Endings can be beautiful.
Mostly because all of them have a new beginning over their shoulder, waiting patiently.
And aren't new beginnings something worth dying for?