ENDINGS

Endings

“A tribute to the past”…

As I am sitting on my grandmother’s bed here in Cavite (my third home province), a question suddenly popped into my mind. Why is there a need for things to end? It appears to be simple and yet, more and more people are in dire need to seek for themselves why stories end when they feel like everything just started to be right. What complicates things more is the fact that endings usually come as a surprise—a surprise which will leave a scar somewhere in our anatomical composition. And no matter how hard we try to ignore or even deny the shadow which gives us the glimpse of what had transpired, we still find ourselves looking for the pieces we have lost— the moment that very bitter ending came. And there goes our pride—we ought to act as if it did not mean to us. But what our own mirrors project is a totally different us. This fact, we could not accept. Perhaps, we can never accept that we are changed by the circumstances which have betrayed us. We want to preserve our self-worth so we begin to be critical. At some points, we attempt to be very rational, thinking that it could help lessen the burden of the want-to-be-forgotten-yesterdays. But, little do we realize that it is the anger, it is the fear, and it is the denial caused by our closet’s horrors that challenged us to fit in after surviving (if I may say) from instances we wish not to have happened. But the question remains to be unanswered. One can never give even the best approximated answer why things end. If we should really be happy of endings the way we face new beginnings—new chapters we are bound to explore. Maybe it is not just possible for songs not to end. But it is important to note that though a song’s melody and rhythm end every time it is played, a song can still live. It may live as something which you long to hear everyday of your life, or it may live as something you want to be forgotten—something you just want to die and be buried in the deepest of memories a person can have. It all depends on how we want it to be remembered. Let endings be the new milestones of starting to spread your wings again no matter how dark the horizons may be. This entry ends here but the memories of a person which inspired me to write this will always have a place within the core of my humanity.