On Endings and Beginnings

It’s an odd feeling knowing that your days are marked. Is this how an inmate feels before he walks the green mile to meet his fate? It’s a calm surrender to the eventual end. There aren't a lot of questions, which is surprising. Simply put, there is a motion that drives you forward. It is a motion that reminisces all things past to prepare you for what is to become. It is a movement that does not trap you to history, but gives value to things that have molded the present. In the preparation to start anew, one cannot entirely scrap the markings of old. Like a roll of film, what has been captured plays one last time as the process of deletion occurs. The film shall always be the film, and what has been imprinted, though gone, has always been a part of it.

In many ways life is like this. We do not always want to go forward and yet, circumstances at times give us that extra push. When life presents us with a new beginning, we come across this process of being in-between the shift from what-is-then and what-is-to-be. Each steps bids us to face the reality of things with more confidence and certainty. Like the inmate who strides towards his fate, every passing moment is both a surrender and an embrace to new possibilities of what lies beyond the now. 

These continuous endings and beginnings is our life. We march on without fear, without regrets, but with hope for better tomorrows.