As I contemplated leaving BYU after my 4 years there, I have thought about all of the good things that have happened, people I have met, and memories I have made. I also considered the hard times I experienced – how I got through them and would like to forget them. But I came to realize something: I don’t want to forget. I don’t want to leave, but it’s not because I have fallen in love with the place. It is because I fell in love. It is because I experienced heartbreak. Because I fell into depression, got diagnosed with a chronic illness, formed bonds and friendships that I will cherish forever, and because I will be leaving a different person behind and becoming the new one I am now.
In thinking about this transitional time of life, I had a conversation with a roommate about how endings are not always a bad thing. That conversation and the aforementioned thoughts about leaving BYU inspired this piece.
Endings can be beautiful. They can remind us of the good times, the bad times, and how; when woven together, it creates a beautiful tapestry of meaning.
When listening to a beautiful piece of music, we don’t want it to end – for fear that the feeling we have whilst listening will vanish at its close. But it doesn’t. The end simply reminds us of how beautiful it was. Makes us long to hear it once more. So often, not being able to satisfy that desire makes it all the more wonderful. The fact that it was only played once. That is beautiful. And that end lets us relish in the awe that it leaves us with. It lets us settle, and contemplate – the happy notes, the sad notes; the good notes, the bad notes – and piece it all together in our head, hearing the faint remnants of the beautiful melody that it created. And carrying that with us as we move on and past it.
Endings can be beautiful. They can remind us of the good times, the bad times, and how; when woven together, it created a beautiful tapestry of meaning.