Endings sneak up on you.
Which is strange—as they’re so obvious in retrospect. Obvious enough that you feel a fool for not seeing the early signs, the hints and suggestions.
Perhaps it’s because endings live in the long view that so many of us struggle to see.
The long view is hard not only because it takes in so much but because it asks us to drop the act and step outside ourselves.
It’s simple enough to look back on my past self and see the shortsightedness, the unknowing-ness I lived with.
But what do I myself live with today?
Taylor Coe 