CLOSURE

Last night, while downing my nth bottle of beer, I got into a conversation with a friend about closure. It's amazing how it actually takes an ending to help people start again. In a perfect world, things are continuous, they don't even have to have chapters, things are haphazardly organized.

It warped me to that time when closure seemed to be very important. Seemed. I've had my share of non-closures. I've had my share of "open-ended-putangina-ano-ba-talaga!?" stories. In the end, i realized that most of the time, the need for closure is an excuse. An excuse from starting to move on, an excuse for not letting go, an excuse for still thinking of what might've been.

We hear it all the time, "We still don't have closure." But if the point of closures is to end things, to let you finally say, "Close? Sure!", then maybe everyone got their closure that moment they felt that it wasn't right.

Maybe closures are not as important as openings. Maybe we're just looking at things the wrong way. That if we just look at the other direction, an open door is just waiting. This open door, unlike the one that we want to be closed but still remains to be a little open, is full of beautiful possibilities.

Maybe all we need is to walk away. Maybe.