For twelve long years, I practiced taekwondo.
Then I stopped.

My taekwondo journey had come to a natural end.
I had long surpassed all my ambitions.
From my original aim of a black belt, I became a second-degree black belt.
I broke wood planks with my bare hands.
I even became a teacher in my own right.

We have chapters in our lives, arcs.
They begin but also end.
An end gives you the space to make a fresh beginning.
Write it yourself.

Then go forth and write something new.