An inspiration of endings
It had been one week since he had banished the dire monkeys on his back into a distant, heavily guarded corner of his living room. As their influence on his life waned, newer, fresher and ultimately more helpful monkeys were reared in their stead. He had taken up a new job that week; rather, he was doing his old job in a new location. For seven years he had traveled ten leagues per day round trip to and from his place of business. He had recently made the decision to instead toil at a location a mere two leagues away - well within the distance his bicycle would take him briskly when the sun was shining. While his previous profession had him working outside the city limits, in an area devoid of culture and decency (the “suburbs” they were called), his new place of business was right in the heart of the city - in an area so densely packed it was essentially a “loop” of giant buildings enclosed by a small river.
This change was turned out to be a quite beneficial one. The energy in this new locale was so completely different from that which he had grown accustomed; the air seemed to pulsate with opportunity and promise. He was suddenly both ashamed at how he had been living his life so incorrectly and ecstatic that he had finally brought his head above water, once again able to breathe the sustaining breath of someone who aspires to something greater.
However, something even more profound was different. He loved his work more than ever, and this change was undeniably a good thing, but for the first time in years he realized that he could not go on doing it forever. It was like making love to a partner who one knows cannot abide forever, trying to enjoy the moment while it was painfully obvious that the moment would not last. It was an inspiration of endings.