No Beginnings, No Ends

I didn't know where I was going, just that I had to keep moving forward. Pausing meant stopping, and stopping meant an end.

If I kept moving, if I was always in motion, there could never be an end, or a beginning. Just a constant now, never having to worry about where I was going, or where I'd been.

The natural assumption to take, which many did, was that I must be running from something, that something in my past was driving me onwards.

But no. Because in actuality, I know where my story ends.

And I don't want to.