If there were no beginnings and if there were no endings, we would have the absence of inertia and the presence of stagnation.

Today’s ashes are tomorrow’s soil.

Although I’ve been thoroughly conditioned by pain to see it otherwise, an ending is nothing more than the backside of a beginning.

Although I am far too frequently convinced otherwise, with God a dead-end is only the death of an end.

If I am brave enough to stand against those who have been groomed by fear, I will recognize that where I get knocked down is all about where life begins, and has nothing to do with where it ends.

If you dare to go deep and touch the edges of your soul, in that encounter you will realize that you are not made for an end. Rather, there is something that says that we are the stuff of beginnings.

We have equated an end with the idea of ‘termination’ when in fact an end is the beginning of ‘germination.