I don’t really like endings. The end of a movie is the end of that imaginary world. The end of a project is the end of that journey. The end of a phase of life is the end of a particular way of relating to the world around us. Endings are everywhere, and a natural part of life. But at the time of an ending I find myself grieving.
It’s just where my emotions go. Sometimes it’s overwhelming, and I can lose sight of what beauty lays before me. The beauty of new beginnings. The beauty of possibility and opportunity. The beauty of birth.
How sad it would be that we are overcome with emotions and miss out on the beauty that is right in front of us. How sad it would be that our grieving prevent us from even partaking in the newness that we are entering into.
Grieving is a good part of live and needs the time that it may take. But let it not consume us, lest the gift of whatever is next be missed.