Michael’s challenge this week is to consider the notion of The End.
Is it the end of time, the end of a relationship, the end of a life, a fence that marks the end of property?
Could it be the means to an end?
No-one likes to admit failure. Even more so when it’s known that the “I told you so”s will echo off the walls like a record stuck in a groove.
No-one likes to turn their back on something without exploring all avenues and possibilities to make it work.
No-one likes to hurt anyone, but sometimes it cannot be avoided.
The end of the road comes in many guises.
Sometimes it’s only a short hike, you realise you’ve made a wrong turn and can correct it. Others it goes on for miles, only to reach a dead end. The signs may have been there to show the road didn’t actually go anywhere, but forever optimistic, there is always that little ray of hope that a new path may present itself when the going gets tough.
It’s when that new path leads you to a brick wall or a mountain you can’t climb, that you have to retrace your steps and you begin to question, and doubt, yourself, wondering if it’s time to eat humble pie, admit you made a mistake, and go home with your tail between your legs.
The end of the road has a price too.
Trust, loyalty, love, pride and honesty all take a bashing in a failed relationship.
Life goes on, new friendships and relationships form, though we are more wary and less gullible than we were.
But when you are on the same road as your partner, one will see obstacles ahead that the other might not, and by working together you can avoid them.
My end of the road lead to a junction. I had the choice of which direction to take, and as such, it was a new beginning. I’ve never looked back.