I hate endings. There are so many ways that people describe endings to make them sound so wonderful or beautiful. But we all know the truth. Endings suck.
When we begin a story — be it a TV show or short story or novel — there is that exhilarating feeling of excitement that fills us. I love that feeling. I would even go so far as to say that I live for that feeling (to some degree). Beginnings are beautiful because there are characters to connect with and worlds to discover and adventure ahead.
Not matter how long or short a story is, there is always a feeling in immense disappointment when I reach the end. TV shows have done this to me. Books have done this to me. Even a couple of short stories. I get attached to characters and their stories so much that when the end finally does come, no matter how beautiful or well-done it is I hate the ending. Because it’s an ending.
Now, some people might say that endings are just new beginnings. Do you know what I have to say to that? When it comes to TV shows or books, that’s a load of crap. Endings are just that. Endings. There is no new beginning (unless there’s a reboot years down the road, but that’s a whole other topic).
Unfortunately, there is no solution to this issue. Endings are necessary. Even if I hate them.