It is a flaw that I don't want things to finish, to come to a completion and the energy dies a frozen demise. But nothing lasts forever, change is part of nature. The stories that I write always contain a beginning, middle and end. Maybe I hope that as I create I can find the love I am looking for. It never happens the way I wish it to. I feel that as I put out complicated plots and conclude the fate of a sub-character, I killed a part of me. Maybe a part that is way over due for death.
If I keep focusing on what's been in the past and what has ended, then I won't see the glorious path above and before me.
