Ever wondered how something wonderful feels like infinity for a bit? From friendships to a tummy full of food. Funnily, almost everything seems to await some kind of an end. I think that there are many endings in the process of the becoming of things or the making of our lives.
Maybe, just maybe I might be wrong. But I’m fine either way, I’ve still got to learn to live this either way. Although, I’d have a reason to cheer for lasting experiences. The loss of lasting experiences are symbolic of everything being an experience within itself, so perhaps I still have something to cheer about.
I wondered if the nature of how things ended had anything to do what feels like a fulfilling experience. I wondered if the inevitable good bye had anything to do with that. Or worse, it could be an unspoken farewell. Would that count as a loss? Would it still be a loss if I thought that there’s nothing that I sought in the first place?
Endings are experiences within themselves. If I didn’t have anything to look forward to as a result of this, I would always have a reason to look back and dwell for a bit. But again, this would give me reasons to look forward to other beginnings, because endings let us move on for starters.
It’s ironical to think that there wouldn’t be lasting experiences without endings. Endings lets us know what stays back. In that sense, I think that it’s these lasting experiences that finally matter.
Maybe I have reasons to lay back and have something to cheer about after all.