I hate endings
The ending of my favourite film.
The ending of a beautiful story.
The ending of school days.
The ending of college days.
The ending of some friendships.
The ending of a relationship.
The ending of a beautiful trip.
The ending of city life.
The ending of hostel life.
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The ending of a phase of life.
The ending of being a child, a teenager, a young person... and eventually, growing old.Yes, maybe every ending is the beginning of something beautiful.
But how do we actually say goodbye to all these things?
How do we say goodbye to the people, places, moments, routines, and versions of ourselves that once felt like our entire world?
It's really, really hard. Sometimes, it feels almost impossible to overcome.
But somehow, it should.We have to learn to let go, not because those moments meant nothing, but because they meant so much.
Maybe moving on doesn't mean forgetting. Maybe it means carrying those memories with us while continuing to walk forward.
Still... I hate endings...!
Because some chapters are so beautiful that a part of us wishes we could stay there forever
