The End

We don’t appreciate the concept of ‘the end’ enough.

It’s beautiful in its own mysterious way. A storm doesn’t last forever; it ends. Do you really know how the sky will turn out after the storm? You think you know, but you don’t. The same is true for life and our relationships or interactions with people. What if everything ends, and nothing matters to anyone anymore? I am tired of this weight, it feels heavy, just want to float above human emotions.

When we think of ‘the end’, we usually imagine this big, dramatic finish, like the curtains closing after a show. But really, it’s more like a fresh start, you know? It’s like when the lights dim and the crowd leaves, it’s not the end of my act, it’s just a pause before the next one begins. And sure, it’s quiet after the final note, but that silence isn’t empty—it’s a chance to think about where we’ve been and where we’re going next.

In that quiet after everything’s said and done, we get a chance to look back and reflect. ‘The end’ isn’t just a stop sign; it’s more like a crossroads. It’s a moment to think about what really matters, what needs to end, and what we want to do next. Yeah, it can be scary, but it’s also exciting. It’s like finishing a book—you’re sad it’s over, but you’re also curious about what’s next. Even though death is often seen as the ultimate end, it also offers us hope. It provides comfort in the belief that there’s something beyond our current struggles. It’s a reminder that every ending is a chance for something new to begin, even if it’s not for you, but for someone else.