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I do not believe we are scared of ending something because we know it is the end of it. It may apply for some things, but if Dostoyevsky is hinting that this is a universal standard, I am going to have to disagree. It is not like I am going to reach the end of my AP Literature and Composition exam, realize that once I dot the period to the final sentence of my last essay, that it would all be over, and promptly burst into tears, rip my test to shreds, and fly out the door- no, I think I will be thrilled to end that. Perhaps Dostoyevsky was implying that we are too afraid to end things that we love, which I suppose holds some ground. As an artist, I cannot help but be anxious to finish a project or piece that I am working on, although, this rarely happens with my terrible habit of leaving things unfinished (I aim to open a gallery of all my unfinished works, maybe it’ll be a new form of fine art). The same anxiety comes when I am watching the season finale to an amazing show, or nearing the final pages of a good book. I do not think I fear the end of things, because endings leave openings for new beginnings, and personally, I find those more exhilarating.