January by the number starts here!
From novel_machinist's prompt "endings;" a piece of fiction
Everyone looks at "new beginnings" with wide-eyed hope, optimism, and to be honest, they should. New beginnings, clean slates, all that, they're made for optimism and hope and in most cases, they're made out
of those things, too. You're not (usually) a new person, you don't have a new brain or new abilities. So you're hoping on a new place or a new date or a new notebook.
The thing is, out of those hopes are new people made, so I'm not going to tell you that they don't work, or that they're bad, or wrong, or anything else. No, the thing about "new beginnings" is that they're also endings. That old person, that old place, that old notebook, that old brain? They all end.
Good riddance to bad rubbish, you might say. After all, you wanted to get rid of that thing for a reason, didn't you? You wanted a change
Good for you. And I mean that sincerely. Good for the ones that actually become someone new. Good for the ones that change their habits, their hobbies, their bodies, their brains. Good for you. You wanted a change, and you went about getting it. That's to be applauded.
But remember - even if just once in a while, even if just in the back of your mind, remember it was an ending. And remember The End, where all those things that didn't continue wandered off to.
That's me. I'm the gatekeeper, here. I'm the one that archives and stores, shelves and rearranges all those things that End. Which explains something, by the by. Because the longer something's been here, the further back in the shelves it is, and the less likely it is to get out.