I absolutely LOVE this poem by Iyanla Vasant:
The End,
is NOT the middle,
or the beginning...
YET!
It is the place,
from which the beginning
and the middle
draw their meaning
It is the place,
the middle ceases...
to be, and the
beginning comes into existence
It is the place,
that gives meaning, to all
and draws lessons, from all
and yet,
it is the place.
I most HATE...
to be
When, I'm still able
in the middle
to be happy
about the beginning
it starts
moving me
toward... the end
The End
calls out to me,
it calls me up,
and into more of what
I know not
so that I can begin the journey
towards
the end...
Again!
