Seems like I’m talking about points on a map, does it not?
From here to there, from beginning to end – that dash between dates on a tombstone.
It is a journey, some road … or, it could be something else.
A thought, an idea, a hope, a dream – from its beginning to some end point of no longer being important. Done, over, ended. But ending doesn’t seem to be synonymous with triumph, completion or success – though those heights are surely and end of something.
Ending is the black curtain in a theatre – The End. For some it is dreaded, for others it is embraced with great anticipation. Maybe the amount of arthritis in one’s joints has something to do with that.
When will it end?
Experiencing a heat-wave, a cold-snap, a recession – or life?
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