Why so sad with the endings when there are new beginnings from each of them?
Out of destruction, comes resurrection.
Out of nothing comes the clarity of discovering your special stuff without distraction.
Change. Change again. Better each time. Lighter, wiser, happier. Surfing the waves, sunshine on your head, smile on your face. Oh, lost your wave. Sad face now. But there’s another wave forming. Paddle paddle paddle, and you’re up on it…Wow, this one was better than the last one!
Until they tried…?