Conversations on the Business of Being Human
Life as it unfolds, not as we wish it to be.

Conversations on the Business of Being Human
Last week, I attended a funeral. It was the funeral of a young man from our cultural community. During the eulogy, one of his relatives spoke emotionally about a European trip they had planned together - a journey that will now remain unfinished.
That stayed with me.
For much of my life, I believed that most things should have a beginning and an ending. Without an ending, something felt incomplete. A relationship should not end abruptly without closure. A project should have a beginning, a process, and a conclusion. Even painful chapters of life, I assumed, needed to be properly resolved.
Perhaps that belief gave me a sense of order. If something could be completed, explained, or settled, then maybe it could finally be put away.
But life does not always give us that kind of ending.
We wish someone had apologized for the hurt they caused us.
We wish we could say sorry for something we did years ago.
We wish we had one more conversation, one more opportunity to explain, forgive, understand, or simply say goodbye.
And sometimes none of that happens.
The funeral made me think about the unfinished things I carry in my own life. Things I once assumed would eventually be resolved. Questions I thought would someday be answered. Conversations I imagined I might still have.
Some may never happen.
I am beginning to wonder whether life asks something different of us.
Life is not a project. It does not always follow a strategy or move toward a predictable outcome. There are no guarantees that every story will be completed, every wound explained, or every relationship neatly resolved.
Perhaps peace does not always come from closure.
Sometimes it may come from learning to live gently beside what remains unfinished.
Not everything has to be resolved before life can move forward. Some unfinished stories may simply become part of who we are.
And perhaps the question is no longer, How do I bring this to closure?
Perhaps it is, Can I still live fully, even if it never closes?