There is a beginning and an ending to everything. There is no escape from that inevitability. We are born to die, and the sooner we embrace that simple fact, the sooner we can move on with our lives. We cannot determine the length and breadth of that journey; a Higher Power will do that for all of us.
I see the embryo of life as it hatches into existence. The nucleus of our life has sprouted into new being, and the path we take in our life is an individual trek that each of us moves forward on through the course of our being.
The speed bumps in the road of life can be numerous. Each jolt reminds us that life is not always a smooth road; we take the good with the bad and adjust the winds in our sail accordingly. That is the very nature of who we are.
The conclusion of our life is equally individualized. We may end it in joy and contentment, or we may finish out our mortal coil with anxiety, grief, and despair. The dilapidated footbridge depicted in this door may be what we have had to trod upon our whole lives, but hopefully we have seen some comfortable spots along the way to lighten our load or lessen our burden. Hope springs eternal, does it not?
It is the end all and the be all. Do with it what you can, and be happy with your choices.