The Chapter That Never Ends: Living with the Story That Has No Resolution
We speak of chapters as though they always end. We imagine our lives as books with clear divisions—childhood, adolescence, young adulthood, middle age—each section neatly concluded before the next begins. We take comfort in this structure. It suggests that pain is temporary, that difficult passages will eventually give way to something new, that resolution is the natural order of things. The chapter ends. We turn the page. The story moves on.
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