EXIgency into EXIstence

Over time I become more complex in my thought life. Aging will take place and much of what I know will be lost, like a black hole that leaves a stain throughout the entire brain.

I have no idea what kind of metaphorical language I just used because I somehow... whoa... combined the hyper-real with the real? Not even sure in the least.

Anyway, as a narrative extends through its storyworld it is inevitable that all the plot lines thicken. It branches off into so many possibilities that it becomes impossible to contain. The initial origin of the piece intrigues the audience because it's an introduction into a storyworld, something new, something ground breaking, and something promising. When the factors start adding up and directing you through that storyworld, that's when it becomes debatable as to whether or not the piece is actually of intelligence, value, artistic merit, and so forth. There's so many twists and turns and often times there's parts that we all enjoy, but if there's anything I know--

the end is the most important part.

I hate poor endings.
I hate them.

Dazzle me with stars, intrigue me with new ideas, and bother me with words. But if you don't know how to end it -- you're a joke, a farce, and nothing more than a loss.

We slave over how to introduce ourselves, how to write into perfection the most exotic hello... but what's the point if you don't know how to end?

Strong endings are rare and far between. If it doesn't resonate, if it doesn't answer with allowing more questions, if it doesn't -- spark interest -- then it was a coward, a bloody corpse of twirled up worms.

Why are endings so strange? Because it's not natural. Things are not suppose to end, but they do. Every person you will ever meet, will die (and at least once, as guaranteed by every religion). An end, when so ritualistically tied to the routine that keeps your ticking time bomb beating; an end, for when the flesh that's on your bones rots; an end, for when the final words are posted on your grave, the place you will stay longer than anywhere else in your entire EXIsTence.

People want their nuances, they gravitate to the new, the hope that there still is new and that they don't have to die to commitments. Delusional men tired of their faithful wives crave whores, secretaries, and their old friends simply because -- they can't face the news of a dead religion. Give me women, all the time, why stop? Why? Why? Why? What do you mean I'm tied down...

It's the flirtation of the beginning that people consume, that bleeds into their system that they desire at every turn. Screw this, I've seen it before, give me something new!

...and so the promise of a strong end? Nearly impossible, not just in literature, the arts, song, dance, rhyme, but every masterpiece of a relationship ever created on this spinning, vibrant globe. Why bring victory to something if you're doomed? Don't you feel trapped in knowing that it will end, that you are locked in--

These are just a myriad of thoughts on endings, but in my opinion: I loathe bad endings. Nothing more cowardly, nothing more ugly than a weak end.

The lack of a strong ending always asks the question -- what was it worth? Nothing?

Perchance.



P.S. You can always redeem yourself from a beginning, but an end?