days and months
and then years,
started from here,
went there,
made it a home,
and moving back to here,
back to where we started.
there’s a thrill in this.
an adventure.
like a flowing river,
never staying at the same place
for long.
so long.
isn’t life like this?
life and death.
we begin where we started.
we die
like yellow crumpled leaves
and then
shoot out of the soil
to begin again.
if beginnings bring joy
and a new start
brings happiness,
why doesn’t endings
bring joy,
gladness?
there’s a delight
in old endings,
a release of frustrations
when the downhill ride
stops.
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Featured image: Photo by Aditi Premnkit
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