there is no end. or is there?

don't talk of ends. there is no end. everything lives forever. that notebook that i wrote my music notes in. the sound of the rain that fell outside the window as we sang "listen to the rhythm of the falling rain" in the main school auditorium back in seventh grade. that best friend from college i have not seen nor spoken to in years. that undergraduate degree i obtained years ago. and the camera i took pictures with when i was 8, no longer in use. yes, things do change form, but they all live forever. thoughts live forever, in a deep dark corner of our minds that we may sometimes revisit. or maybe not. people live forever - those people that we have known - even when they have departed from their physical form and left the world as we see it with our naked eye.

and yet, everything is impermanent. everything has a beginning and everything has an end. that time spent in school, time spent as a child playing hide and seek with the other children in the neighborhood. learning calculus. walking to school on snow-ridden mornings. they all began. they all came to an end. indeed, nothing is permanent.