The end of anything is a strange and scary time. As I sit in the library with only my final paper in front of me; I have begun to feel the pull which the end always manifests. I have never been fond of farewells and it seems that my final push in college will not be any different. Sitting here I have realized that the end of anything produces the same feelings; every book I have enjoyed throughout my life has been painful to part with as the end came to pass. Though ending anything can be hard it is an inevitable part of our human existence.
There is however a silver lining to the end; the end enables each person to take what they have learned from a stage (or even a book) and use these skills and ideas in the next chapter. This semester I have realized that the end does not mean stop. Instead the end will only draw a pause or the opportunity to realize a new beginning.
Every stage in our life comes to some sort of end, while this may be the change from one stage to the next it will always bring about something new. The end will always be a mere moment, after which change or turnover, will be inevitable. Our life is in a constant flux, always changing, moving and speeding by while the end draws closer. When the end finally does arrive this abrupt change from the norm can cause unsettling feelings. This notion is nothing new we have seen the awkward feelings which the end brings about reflected in the literature we have seen throughout the semester. Each of the narratives we have been exposed to have mirrored the flux of everyday life. Each perspective from the various narrators reflects the same constant movement we experience every day. These characters and their stories were created to maintain and engage the reader so that the reader can experience the dizzying affects of life from a different perspective. What I have learned is that while these perspectives must come to a close, they never truly come to an end.