Things have to end. If they didn't, our lives would be very different things. Life is based around a series of endings and new beginnings, until we get the final footnote.
Which doesn't really help us when we're faced with one of these moments of upheaval, when everything is turned upside down and we're forced back to the drawing board. A new chapter might be just beginning, but it's difficult not to be focussed on the one that just ended, as we struggle to think about the new situation in which we find ourselves.
And there is a particular spin on all this when we are ourselves responsible for having made this change. On the one hand, we have the power, and we were the ones who decided that enough was enough. At the same time, we have the responsibility; it is our hand that holds the executioner's axe, and the questioning, "did I do the right thing? Was I right?" goes on perpetually.
But in the end, these changes are necessary, and make us stronger. Strong enough to pick up the pen again, and see how this new chapter is to come together.
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