“The end is synonomous to a new beginning”

I wrote that line about two weeks ago, regarding choices that I needed to make for myself.  A lot of the time, it seemed like things didn’t make sense to me.  That I really didn’t know what was going on.  That I was stuck in some pre-pubescant, yet never-ending black hole.  

Today, I stood at the door of The Pavilion for about four hours, and I never really had a second thought of things going on.  And after my eight hour shift, I left to play music with my best friends.  Playing for hours, talking, and writing “medley’s”.  Being productive, and then getting my down time with everyone made for the greatest feeling I have felt in a while.

So now, things are making more sense.  Things fall together with ease rather than me having to put them back together just so they can come apart again to the same insecurities and problems that I had faced before.  Now it is easy to see that I am not always working towards the end of something, but rather, if what I am doing in life happens to have a end, it is also a new beginning.  Furthermore, I realize that some things do not have to end, and will just grow exponentially.  So don’t be scared of either. Because something that lives on and doesn’t die is magical, and something that dies is just giving way to something that can live on forever.