In the Beginning

After hours of trying to find an ending I've realized that there is no end to be found. It is something that just happens. Each moment brings us closer to it. Each word is another moment passed. Should I write another word, or not and try to save a moment? In truth it is not a moment that is so regarded but rather a collection of moments. The collection of moments that leads to an end that just happens. It cannot be found. I've learned that now, so I've stopped my search.