There's something incredibly satisfying about using things up.
Today I'll be polishing off my packet of Strawberry Ginger Peppercorn tea.
This coming from someone who hates endings of books, visits, movies. This from someone who cries every time she leaves New York City and Chicago.
In the case of fibre, using-up means working with what's left. This forces one to work within the parameters of what's left; to make the bits and pieces and remainders work. To make something beautiful from the little that's on hand.And the (strange?) thing is that Something Beautiful never fails to emerge. There's a life-lesson in here, somewhere.
So yes, I do believe in (happy) endings. Things need to end before things can start.