There are times in life when we must accept things as they are, resisting the urge to unravel every reason or explanation. The endless quest for understanding can become a heavy burden, dragging us into a spiral of frustration and confusion. Sometimes, the most sensible path is to embrace the unknown, to live with the unanswered questions rather than let them dominate our thoughts. This acceptance is not about giving up but about finding peace in the present moment, even if it lacks clarity. Asking and searching for the whys sometimes lead people towards insanity.
Closure, as we often seek it, is not always about neatly tying up loose ends. Sometimes, it comes from recognizing that certain stories in our lives remain unfinished, like a novel left incomplete by its author. In such cases, the resolution is not universal but personal, crafted by each individual in their own unique way. The story, with its open ending, invites us to write our own conclusion, turning the uncertainty into an opportunity to conclude an ending as we would’ve wanted it to end. The closure you seek sometimes come in knowing that the chapter you want to close has an open ending. As if a novel whose writer died midway leaving the book incomplete at the most crucial turn. The closure in that case is for every individual reader to write it for themselves in a unique way. A story with as many endings as there are readers of it.
وہ افسانہ جِسے انجام تک لانا نہ ہو مُمکِن
اُسے اِک خوبصورت موڑ دے کر چھوڑنا اچھا
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