Beautiful Endings
Sunsets are examples that even endings can be beautiful. The way the sky transforms into crimson seas, and orange waves. They signify another day has ended; 24 hours completed.
When autumn turns the pages of the calendar, people stare in awe at the trees. They too, like the sunsets, change colors. Their leaves fall off to say that another year has passed; 365 days over.
The beautiful thing about the sunsetting sky or the dying trees, is that the end is not actually the end. Morning always comes, a new sun rising. Spring always happens, warming the air and bringing the trees back to life.
But we are not the sunsets or the fall. We may change our colors but once those colors fade, they'll never return. Our ending is not beautiful because once we are over -- and I'm afraid we've reached that point -- there is no new beginning. You and I and the relationship we hold, like the weather outside today, has grown cold. And I hope you'll be my sunrise and my spring but if you are not, I'll still regard you - you alone, not our ending - as beautiful.
When autumn turns the pages of the calendar, people stare in awe at the trees. They too, like the sunsets, change colors. Their leaves fall off to say that another year has passed; 365 days over.
The beautiful thing about the sunsetting sky or the dying trees, is that the end is not actually the end. Morning always comes, a new sun rising. Spring always happens, warming the air and bringing the trees back to life.
But we are not the sunsets or the fall. We may change our colors but once those colors fade, they'll never return. Our ending is not beautiful because once we are over -- and I'm afraid we've reached that point -- there is no new beginning. You and I and the relationship we hold, like the weather outside today, has grown cold. And I hope you'll be my sunrise and my spring but if you are not, I'll still regard you - you alone, not our ending - as beautiful.