It's such a cliche kind of thing to think about, but every time a door closes, another opens. Or maybe it's a window. A doggie door? I don't know.
Everything ends. That's the nature of things. Nothing lasts forever, except taxes, maybe. :) So we're constantly in flux, trying to adapt to the new changes in our lives. The strong flourish, the weak grow stagnant and try to cling to the old, never developing themselves.
I write books for a living. There's a beginning, a middle and an ending to every story. And once one story is finished, a new one may begin. Why then do we cling to the familiar, when the next change over the horizon can only bring growth?
I'm as guilty as the next person of wanting things to remain the same. Yet I'm also eager to experience new ideas, explorations, and different circumstances than what I'm used to. Some can be good, some bad, but to not change is the worst of all. Artists, businesses, technology--you name it--that change, thrive. And the ones that cling to tradition without a thought of at least melding somewhat with the new times normally end.
Which, actually, might be a good thing, because then there's a new beginning. My "deep" thoughts for a Monday morning, pre-coffee, mind you. :)