Coming to the end of ourselves is one of the best ways that we can come to an understanding of ourselves.

The priceless lesson in the New Year is that endings birth beginnings and beginnings birth endings. And in this elegantly choreographed dance of life, neither ever find an end in the other.

It is when an end descends that we either find immense joy in its departure, or we are weighed heavy with grief over the passing of it. But the unrelenting beauty of life is that every new beginning is ingeniously crafted to meet us in either place and flawlessly move us forward from both.

What seemed to have been taken from our lives is simply a precursor to the very thing that’s about to show up.

It’s not so much about where we’re at, but where we want to go from where we’re at.

Life is such that beginnings and endings are neither. For in fact, they perpetually lay the groundwork for the other.

To focus solely on endings is to trade conclusions for the very beginnings that created them. And if this cycle should persist, we will likewise miss the beginning that will follow this ending.

An ending is only happening because at some point it was a beginning. And if an ending is dependent upon a beginning, I would be well advised to focus on the miracle of beginnings verses the pain of endings.

To blithely discard the spent kernels of something that has ended is to discard the very resources that have painstakingly been harvested from that ending from which a spirited new beginning will be cultivated.