It was never meant to last forever, but it was always meant to mean something.
The Point of Trying
If you know that things will end, is there any point in trying? I think maybe there is because what if it's not about how long something lasts but about what it means while it does.
Because if you think about it, some of the most beautiful things in life are fleeting: sunsets, songs, summer nights that end too soon. We don't love them less because they end—we love them because they end.
The Beauty of Impermanence
Maybe the point isn't to hold on forever but to be fully present while it's here. To love, to learn, to feel, knowing that one day it might fade.
Because the truth is everything ends. Moments, relationships, even versions of ourselves. But that doesn't make them meaningless—it just makes them real, fleeting, imperfect, and alive while they last.
And Maybe That's the Beauty
Maybe that's the beauty of it all: that we can still choose to show up, to give, to hope, even knowing that not everything we touch will stay.
Because love, in all of its forms, was never meant to be about certainty. It was meant to be about courage—the courage to keep trying even when we know that someday we'll have to let go.
So If It Ends
So if it ends, let it end gently. But while it's still here, let it be everything.
There's beauty in things that don't last forever. Maybe it's precisely because we know something will end that we learn to cherish it more deeply.