You know how we’re always chasing that “finished” feeling? Like, the perfect ending, everything wrapped up nice and neat? Yeah, life’s got a funny way of laughing in our faces about that. We get stuck with those half-chats that just hang there, stories that peter out, and questions that keep buzzing around in our heads. It’s like trying to put together a puzzle, but someone swiped a bunch of pieces.
But here’s the thing, and hear me out: maybe that’s where the good stuff is. Maybe those gaps, those unfinished tunes, aren’t screw-ups. Maybe they’re just little nudges from the universe, saying, “Hey, there’s more to see here.” Think about it: a painting with a few blank spots lets your brain fill in the blanks. A song that fades too soon? You keep humming it, trying to catch that last note.
Those projects we never finished, the ones gathering dust in our minds? They’re not failures. They’re just… possibilities. And maybe that love that didn’t quite work out, the one that ended too soon, still changed us in ways we’re only now starting to get. Like a sculptor chipping away at a rock, finding something hidden inside.
And those words we didn’t say? Man, sometimes they shout louder than anything we could have blurted out. They stick with us, become the soundtrack to our days. Look around. The sky’s always changing, never the same color twice. Waves crashing, then pulling back, like they’re dancing. A song ending just when you’re getting into it? It leaves you with that bittersweet feeling, right?
Maybe we’re not supposed to be all polished and perfect, like some museum piece. Maybe we’re just works in progress, stories that keep going. And you know what? Maybe the best parts, the ones that really stick, are the ones that leave a little something to the imagination. Isn’t that what keeps us hooked? Isn’t that what makes us human? We crave the neat conclusion, the satisfying period at the end of a sentence, but life doesn’t always oblige. It leaves us with the “dot dot dots”, with those trailing off moments that whisper, “There’s more, there’s always more.”
Think about the people we’ve loved, the moments we’ve held onto, the dreams we’ve chased. How many of them are truly ‘finished’? How many of them continue to live inside us, not as completed works, but as echoes, as whispers of what was, and what could still be? Maybe it’s in those spaces, in those unfinished symphonies of our lives, that we find the truest beauty, the most profound connection. Because isn’t it the longing, the reaching, the very act of trying to complete the incomplete that makes us truly alive? And maybe, just maybe, the most beautiful stories are the ones we never stop writing…
Ani