I am now thinking of what marks finality.
I believe sometimes it can be just where you… Well, stop.
That should be enough to say ‘it is done with.’
Of course nothing is ever truly done with, not as long as there is memory, and attachment, and possession. We may hold on to things in the idea or hope to return to it one day, and that is just as well. However, I am now wondering if the act/ art of stopping may allow us the peace to simply let it be.
For now.
