Why do all good things come to an end

I was just listening to pint-size Furtado sing this song and realized (perhaps for the first time in my life) that endings are good because they create new beginnings. And, frankly, beginnings are a hell of a lot more exciting than endings. Beginnings are fresh and smell new. You're learning, fumbling, fitting in. You're experimenting. Pushing boundaries yet trying to walk the established line at the same time.

So, what's about to end for you? My advice: let it go. End it. Get it over with. Put it out of its misery. Get on to something new. Get on to screwing up again - maybe for the first time in a long time. Face it, you're on autopilot now anyway. Step out of that Cessna, whose controls you know all too well, and step into the Space Shuttle. You'll sweat. Your neurons will fire faster than Vanilla Ice's rise to fame and plummet into ridicule.

So, to answer the question, "why do all good things come to an end?" Frankly, they need too. After all, in a larger cosmic sense, it must, because it's all cyclical anyway. In a more practical sense, if you think a little deeper than the surface where all the emotions live, the good times weren't all that good. They were pretty fucked up at times.

So, move on people. Make some new good times. Hell, make some new bad times.

Just make something new.

Just make something new today.