Story of Your Life

When writing the story of your life, how do you end it?

Conclusions are best left at the endings of things. Rarely, do they fit in the middle. Waking every morning. Showering. Drying yourself off with that same towel another day too long. Forever, looking in the mirror disgusted at the mass of flesh you turned into. Driving to work uninspired in your destination. Sitting through the day, turned off. Hiding. Not even trying to escape, because you already vacant. Regretting the drive home. The hours of TV. Then lying in bed as she sleeps next to you. Waiting for your life to have a conclusion.

Not to end. This is not a suicide plea. Though, just as with divorce, at least in suicide someone does something. I’m simply looking for a conclusion. Something to signify an arc, a story. A story of my life. What has happened? Why has it happened? What have I become because of it?

With conclusion comes meaning, but more importantly catharsis. That deep breath you let go of at the end of the movie. The one you didn't know you were holding. The one that takes all the emotions you were feeling and lets them wash over you. That moment that lets you feel. Catharsis.

With no conclusion, I can have no catharsis. I'm left, holding my breathe, waiting to feel.

When writing the story of your life, how do you end it?