Everything comes to an end eventually. There’s a time for everything. Many times ending has been associated with being dejected. When something comes to termination there’s a feeling of something being left out, something being incomplete.
I’ve always felt that emptiness, that void when people tend to abandon me. Endings have always haunted me. Not being able to be with them, not being able to see them, not being able to hear their voice whenever I want. That’s what spooked me.
Now looking back I’ve realised that endings can be beautiful too. An end to something also means a beginning of the other. I still haven’t found my start but I’m getting there. There’s only one person who can fill that void, and that’s me myself.
Every journey of mine has taught me something which I tend to use or carry along in my next one. Hoping from one journey to the other in the hope to find the right one.
If the sun sets today, it doesn’t mean it won’t rise tomorrow. Every sunset brings the promise of a new dawn.
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