End

I remember seeing a dead bird on the road I ran a couple days ago. It looked like it could have been sleeping on its side, wings tucked in on either side of its belly. It just laid there. No sign of hurt. Simple death.

I suppose I witness death more often than I count. All the ants under my feet. The imposter flies inside the house. Death of each day spent without memory.

So far I have yet to experience true end that is my death. So far I have been gifted with beginnings after ends.

What do ends with beginnings mean? What do ends without beginnings mean?

What should ends mean at all?