Endings
Beginnings are beautiful, but the end is an achievement
I recently discovered that I crave endings. There’s nothing more satisfying than the culmination of any experience.
Completing a book.
Finishing dinner.
Hitting publish on this story.
Ending a love affair.
Each completion is an achievement.
The energy surrounding the beginning — the nerves, the anxiety, and the excitement are often the celebrated focus of any process, but there’s something to be said about conclusions. When we reach the end, it means that we stuck with something long enough and we didn’t quit.
Quitting is also an ending, but it’s one that’s brought about abruptly, and sometimes necessarily. Quitting is sometimes the best thing possible.
Quitting smoking.
Quitting that toxic job.
Quitting sugar.
Quitting hitting and splitting.
Quick endings.
We live for beginnings, but we also live for endings, even abrupt ones.
Because there’s nothing more beautiful than reaching the well-achieved ending of every story.







