The End, is Only The Beginning..

Most of us are very sad, despondant and dismal when we lose something or something goes away from us. Okay! Not most of us, but all of us. After all, who likes to leave a cherished moment with some body we like or with something we love? Naturally, such situations bring out our weaker and emotional sides.
However, this is only because we often fail to realise that with each ending, starts a new life, a new beginning ; with every end, a new world is born. When we part from someone, we are solitary for a couple of hours, but only to realise later that it happened only for good. Let me get my point with the help of a situation.
A few months ago, there was a major fire at our house, in the electricity box. It occured at around 3 am in the morning. My mother woke us all up with smoke pouring inside the house; We all had been startled and ran towards the door as soon as we realised wherer all the smoke was coming from. Like a wild fire, all people of the building were woken up; a gent from the adjacent buliding called for a fire-brigade and another guy called the nearest police control room. After several futile attempts to douse the fire, we finally succeeded in our mission. Even though nothing in the house was destroyed, but the electric meters were all burnt, and all that was left of them was some sticky black ash. We spent the night talking about the incident, as we all were unable to sleep, thanks to both our adrenaline rushes and the dirth of electricity in the buliding. The next morning, officers of NDPL replaced the meters with shiny new ones and life was back to normal once again. Everything was cleaned up, though the remains of the burnt plastic meters refused to go.
A few days back when I was up early in the morning, thanks to my exams, I noticed that water had been flowing from our plants to the electric meter boxes. After further inspection, my discoveries were astonishing! I found out that this water had been leaking to the very place where the sticky black ash lay. Moreover, there were tiny plants growing out of it!!! BAffled, as to how burnt plastic could bear plants, I inspected the burnt remains and found out that by mistakee, some plant soil had mixed with it. Then, I got the plot.
The burnt plastic had acted as a natural fertiliser to the plant, the plant soil gave it a base, and there it was, growing day by day!!
This incident taught me a very important lesson; that no matter how big our losses are, no matter how much at times we lose, there is always a new beginning in each and every end. People die each day, and people are born everyday. New things are discovered every day, and older things go extinct daily. This is the way of nature, the cycle of life, where one thing replaces the other, and thus life on Earth goes on and on, and on......