A tree falls and its death becomes an address. Insects, fungi, seedlings, small animals: a whole community it never met sets up inside it. What ended as one thing continues as habitat, and none of that was intended or foreseen by the tree.

This is worth remembering about your own endings. A project that failed, a role you left, a relationship that closed: what came out of it may be feeding something you cannot see yet. You do not have to know the use of it now for there to be one.