Endings

Imagine the paradox of an ending: where something that has concluded lingers on, not in its original guise or with its former labels, but in a new, elusive form—an uncharted territory of untold connections that surpass the ordinary.

Envision this ending as perceived by the participants who once breathed life into it. They are acutely aware that, although it has ended, its essence continues to ripple through their lives. This continuation manifests as the echo of experiences yet to be fulfilled: the unspoken truths, the raw honesty, the stories left untold, and the unspoken dialogues expressed through mere glances. Perhaps this is why parks, offices, and frequented spots seem to be haunted—where the living and the departed intertwine. These spaces bear witness to the vibrant bloom of relationships and the quiet demise of others.

Thus, a cyclic phenomenon emerges: a dance of visits and experiences, creation and destruction, only to spiral back into re-creation.

Now, consider a relationship that, upon this realization, chose to remain static. It opted to dwell in the death it experienced, avoiding the exploration of openness, honesty, untold stories, and unspoken conversations. It chose cessation because it had already reached its end. In such a case, can we truly claim that something has ended? Though the labels and forms may have vanished, the essence of respect, honesty, and care persists.

In this contemplation, as I wrestle with the tumultuous cauldron of my own thoughts, I resign myself to leave it be, and thus, end.