Everything ends for a reason, and that reason is to let something new begin.
Reevaluating my life in such a manner helps me understand where I went wrong, what I did right, and where I lost my way. It helps determine where I stand, where I should be, and how I will get there.
Books teach us a lot about ourselves and about the world, about life and about love. From the ephemeral, to the ethereal, to the surreal, books talk about all and yet talk about nothing. The one thing that very few people gain from books is the feelings or emotions behind each word, each character, and each punctuation mark. That is where the true knowledge resides.