Endings are most of the time hard. Sometimes we get to choose them, sometimes we have to ride the wave of someone else’s ocean.

What follows, we wonder. Sometimes we just want to go back. Even if it is was no longer good. Habit is a strong narcoleptic.

But what does follow is a new beginning. Easy or hard, scary or exhilarating, this is what always follows.

Like a crazy time loop where parameters shift from one iteration to the next, like a space time manifold that exists out of phase with the current Universe and touching the one next door.

And every loop around this four dimensional manifold that we call life gives us meaning. Because change is the spice of a full life. Sometimes platitudes hold the Truth.

Here we go again.