It's easy to read an ending as a loss, a road that led nowhere.
But you rarely see the whole picture.
A crossing measured by how it ended tells you almost nothing about what it was for.
Maybe your path met someone else's for a reason that had little to do with you.
A word at the right moment.
A bit of hope handed over without ceremony.
A door you held open and never saw them walk through.
You were a hinge in a story you'll never get to read.
Most of the good we do lands quietly and moves on.
Life keeps us crossing and sparking and nudging each other forward.
You don't need to see the ending to know it mattered.
