Endings and beginnings...

Why do we have more endings in life than beginnings?

More people die, than are born; more relationships end than begin; more parts of our heart break than are joined.

Why?

And then, whenever a relationship - friendship, relationship, love - ends, I feel like I'm rooted to the same spot and the world is rushing by me. Kind of like how they show in the movies - you're stuck, stunned and yet nothing stops. A part of me gets stuck to the spot even when I do finally move on after mourning and grieving and when I look back over my shoulder, I see a younger me standing there - forlorn, quiet, alone, sad.

I look back at myself quizzically and say - so what, it was just another ending...