Where does it all start?
Why, at the beginning, of course.
Doesn't that imply an ending?
Indeed it does; all things must end.
I see it now . . . the beginnings,
the endings. Albeit a trip, a visit,
a given year in school, even a
relationship.
Obviously, we all know and have
known, that all things begin and
end. In my case, I simply haven't
given much thought to the ending
part of the equation . . . until now!
Surely, it's the entire aging process
that brings these contemplations
to the forefront. I swear, I am NOT
obsessed, although my friends may
swear differently, but I find myself
thinking about endings of late.
When is my time? When will I go?
How do I get ready? What's on the
other side? Am I going to be alright?
And then, I sort of get it . . . This
must be what it means to take things
on faith. Hell, you've handled every
thing else in life, why do you doubt?
You're going to fine, just fine!
Hey, I want that in writing!!!
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