End

Ending is inevitable. The circle of life has to begin with an end. Ironic eh? I find it most ironic that the perpetrator of a start should also own the hands of drawing an end. It's one and the same no matter how you look at it. The beginning itself has an unforeseen end embedded in it, and vice versa. And though it is predictable, we often fail to see either, until it's too late. Then again, how is it ever too late to notice something if the beginning and the end is embodied together? I think these two terms have been misunderstood and unjustly separated for long enough.

It suddenly depresses me to think that nothing truly begins nor ends. We've all just been going in circles, that lead us back to where we are, no further to a new beginning nor an end, always.