All things beautiful will end.

I came back from a jog, one for a very long time. It was good, I got hungry and went to bath. In the evening I didn't eat much.

I remembered this experience vividly because it was a beautiful one. For a long time since I was able to do things the very way its meant to be done, all minds on it. Despite my bouncing fats and slow rate, it was a perfect run.

But all things beautiful will end. The end starts with fear of end itself. Fear that you will lose this beauty and beautiful moments that come with it. Sweetness rekinders your memory and you wish you are back in time. Yet, what meant to be has to be, and you have to move on to the next task. If you are able to go on and let it flows in you, the beauty remains and what it touches make all things beautiful again.