The End? (6/25/2018)


There is always much more to the end of something than the actual end of it. 

By definition, end is defined as:  1. the part of an area that lies at the boundary; 2. the point that marks the extent of something or where something ceases to exist; 3. the extreme of last part; 4. the cessation of a course of action, pursuit or activity; 5. an outcome worked toward; 6. the object by virtue of or for the sake of which an event takes place. 

I recall a bible verse, (Ecclesiastes I believe) that says: “Better is the end of a thing than its beginning.”  Additionally, if I recall correctly, it was thought that the statement “whatever has a beginning as an end” (despite its rather current phrasing) was initially believed to go back to at least the early 1700’s.  But, if you remove the modern/contemporary translation that gives us that phrase in a manner in which we can understand it, you have to assume that it was a thought that was part of ancient philosophical consideration as well.

But I digress.  The reason I mention the use of the phrase and the origin of the thought is that I find it to be an interesting little mind teaser.  I find it tantalizing to consider that I tend to shrink away from or even feel a bit of unease and fear in the finality of the end.  It is easy for me to set it apart as if almost a monster of sorts.  It is easy for me to add negativity to it.  In my head I hear the music the infuses the finality.  I see the color and image that fades into nothing.  THE END.

It is interesting to me to think about how easily I have been trained to think of the end in a negative connotation.  However, it isn’t like the end didn’t have a beginning and a middle. Once I stop to think about it, I can see something really beautiful in the end…. Everything that led up to it.  But more than just that, I can’t help but think that ends are more.

For example, personal growth comes from coming to the end of one thing or one stage and by beginning something else.  I mean, how many times have I pushed myself to finish what I started and find that what I end up with is nowhere near what I had to begin with?  So the end is born of the beginning, but it is so much more than just the end.  It is a collection, a progression, an alteration, a conglomeration of bits and pieces of every thought, every idea, every event, every person, every gained and missed opportunity, every variable encountered or missing along the way.  The end if a picture of all those things combined.  And yet, even if you reach an end, something else begins. 

If you reach the end of what you know, maybe it is time to focus on what you sense which is a new beginning brought into reality as a result of an end. 

That isn’t tragic.  That is beauty in pure form.  If we are to believe Keats, “beauty is truth” and that is all we need to know because truth transcends time and time is infinite and that is beginning and end – over and over – always. 

The End. (or is it the beginning?)

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