Ends or Beginings
I can't decide if I like ends or beginings more. I think it's more leaning towards beginings because they have many relations with innocence, clean, unused, adventurse, excitement and anticipation, the unknown, mystery and expection, dawn...
Endings remind me of experience, bitterness, regret, bordom, resolve, giving up, defeat, relief, rest, about four other r words, death, devistaion, unhappiness, memories, sunset.
There is the theory that all ends are just a means to a new begining. What if that's not the case? What if there is only a certain amount of beginings that may exsist and in order for them to exsist, another begining must end.
I want to go watch a sunrise soon, bundled in a blanket, holding a hot chocolate and sharing it with someone I care about. Just being content in the moment, completly scerene, as if the world was on hold for just that few minutes.