Ending something whether a dream, a goal, a friendship, a relationship, or a tie with someone is always hard, always sad. There's a lingering regret of what went wrong and questions that will never be answered. But I came to realize that as a page of my life ends with them, somewhere, somehow, a new chapter is waiting to start.
Different chapters in our lives begin and end continuously until our days are done on this earth, so why do many of us refuse to realize that there can be new beginnings? Some of us grow so attached to the way that things are operating at the moment that we sometimes lose sight on who we are as a person, and also forget about the goals and dreams that we once wished to accomplish.