We are not afraid of endings as much as we are afraid of what comes after it, the troubles of memories, farewell to past days, attempts to overcome and forget, and steps that are burdened with intractable questions and wishes. We are afraid and exhausted by the betrayals of people more than the remnants of their existence. The betrayal of a promise exhausts us after we used to walk with the confidence of a heart that does not fear or care about the days and their ups and downs.