Saying goodbye

Goodby is part of the journey. Perhaps, the hardest part.

Yet, no one argues the structure of a story has a beginning, a middle, and end.

Why do we have such a hard time accepting the end?

I think it’s because of either accepting the fact that we are one step closer to the end or the story we have to tell everyone around us. Indeed, shame runs deep. And when something ends, we feel a pull to hold on longer than we should.