I don’t like how it all feels. Like it’s going to end and it will. One day, sooner or later it all will end but until the great all it will end bit by bit.
Your favorite place will close, it will sell, one day—you might not see it but it will. Enjoy it while you can. Eulogize it if you must but I think it’s best to enjoy it or appreciate it while it’s here.
The large party you helped throw. People will move on, they’ll move forward or go another direction—they’ll be gone. What remains is how they made you feel, what inane detail about them you remember, a scent, a moment.
What remains of any of it blurs together; it becomes a heap of incomplete memories mixed with somehow complete feelings for the thing you don’t quite remember. And it’s all okay. It’s OK that things end. It’s OK to be sad, mad, happy—heck, it’s OK for it to be nothing at all…
You might find particular days used to mean something, you forget that August 8th is important for a reason but you forgot why. Then one of your faves at the cafe you go to tells you their birthday is August 8th. It hits you right then—oh! Right!! It’s YOUR birthday. You wonder if they’re hamming it up. They’re gone to you but still out there doing life, hopefully, just like you are.
Things end whether you’re ready for them to end or not. The bad things and the good things—one day it all comes to a stop. Not everyone will be on the same page as to whether or not that’s a good thing—that’s OK, too!
And one day, your end comes, too. At least the end you know about—whatever comes next is between you and the unknown. Just keep turning the pages until you can’t.