Did I ever tell you how much I hate endings?

Well I do. I can't stand the fact that in every book the a
certain amount of pages, in every movie we get to a point
when the screen turns black and the titles start to run.

In real life there are no endings. Only goodbyes.

Goodbyes, they feel like endings some time because you know
that something is about to change, and it's gonna hurt like
hell.

But you're gonna live with that anyway. You're gonna live
with the fact that you came back from abroad after all and
you're going to have to find a job and try to keep up at
least some of the promises you made to yourself before
getting on the plane back.
Your friends won't help you with that either. For two basic
reasons. It's not that they don't believe in you that you
can do it, they just don't believe in themselves anymore,
because they are tired of what they are doing.
Besides, nothing's changed for them. They didn't get an
ending. The fact that you've been away doesn't mean
something has ended for them, it might have been a big deal
at first, but now, when you're coming back, they're half
used to that.

The worst part of endings, is that in real life, they don't
happen. It doesn't matter how long you're gone, the open
questions you left behind will be unanswered when you get
back.

You will always have to deal with the results of your
actions, you will always keep on going after the highs of
your life and keep on getting out of the lows of it.
You will never ride into the sunset knowing that you're done
with your life's work and the soundtrack can now play.

Everything will go on untill you'll die. Then, everyone will
say their goodbyes to you and keep on going, because
something always keep them going.

Things, the big things are always endless, the numbers are
endless, the feelings are endless, time is also endless.
They never stop, always followed by the next one...

There is never a peak lever when they stop and take off
their make up. They are real, we are real, and we need to
wake up.