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Another end !

 "In my end, is my beginning" and "In my beginning is my end", heard a lot of people saying this, with the meaning and time of it yet not known.

As the last leaf detaches from autumnal boughs and fall to earth as gently as feathers: that's where the end is. That's exactly when you know; it's time to start something new; that it's time for a new beginning. And that's when the new leaf grows. 

At the end of 2020 is the beginning of 2021. However, as the last month of 2020 is coming to an end, with leaves carpeting the ground, trees brushing  all the imperfections away, ready for a change, are we brushing anything away to bring a change within? 

2020 had been a very difficult and different year for each one of us. Many of us lost our loved ones, many of us started a successful career, many of us suffered anxiety and depression, a lot of us overcame our phobias, a lot started off with something that was on our to-do list for a long time. It was this year, when I finally started writing, and the first thing that I wrote about was about the "Journey within". A journey, that, at every end has a new beginning. How many of us actually brushed the past away and moved on? How many of us tried to be a better human every other day. How many of us stepped out of our nutshell and actually did something to make a difference?

At the end of this year, let's reflect back for a moment and find out, were we successful to heal our soul, of the corruption. The corruption in the facade of resentment, thanklessness, aversion,  dejection and what not. Were we able to replace it all or even one of it with kindness and tolerance?

Making it to the end of the year is an achievement and blessing itself, however take two minutes of your time to make this end a new beginning. Brushing the profanity away from the tree of our soul for a new beginning. Not just letting it be just ANOTHER END!



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