The end…

It all comes to an end at some point. You’d look back to when life was full of hope; of joy and euphoria; of sorrow and dismay. Yet we’d never truly go back to when. For then will be the end.

You’d wish you could relive that enchanting love, that warm solidarity, that alluring sense of hope, that naive optimism…

You’d look back on the memories that were. Our family and friends, the people we loved, the people we met and, of course, the ones we lost.

At some point we have to cross that bridge, though; we have to let go of what was and embrace the ultimate moments before the end.