Thaidakar the Ghostblood

Endings...

I hate and love endings.

A nice satisfying ending, where no-one has died, where people still are friends, where grief and love is vibrating through you, is good, but then... you know that it has to end. It has to come to a close... It has to be finished.

When the book closes and you breathe a sigh, knowing that it was a good story, a good time, you long for more. You long for it to have gone on longer. If only it could've gone on longer... If only the adventure had just continued on forever. If only...

But, alas, it has to end. The story has to continue in other ways. Other ways outside of that adventure, and into a new one. A new story. New friends. New beginnings. New places. New, new, new. And, perhaps, some old mixed in. Bits of the past, brought back into the story. 

And, as you set the book on a shelf, smiling softly, you remember what a fun ride it was. Oh, how much fun it was to do all that. Made friendships you'd never thought possible, seen places you'd never thought you'd see, done what you'd never thought possible. Oh, how great was that journey. The destination was the end, it seems, but... in that ending, you realize, the real destination was the journey. The real destination was the experience along the way.

And that makes it all worth it.

All the pain of leaving, all the sorrow, all the grief. It becomes worth it in that moment of realization. Because you realize that you are now given opportunities for new beginnings, beginnings where you can have a new, exciting journey, make new friends, see new places, do the impossible. 

And, so, the end has arrived. I ask myself, am I ready for it? Am I ready for the next chapter?

And, deep in my heart, I know the answer.

Yes.