I hate the feeling of End. End seems so final and too soon. What didn't happen before the End is definitely not going to happen after the End. Do you get what I am saying? I mean to do things, and then End comes and I miss my chance. Everything must end, I understand that. But that piece of knowledege doesn't make it easier.
With End comes the beginning of something new, and newness frightens me. Newness normally implies change, and change means that I would have to put myself out there, unprotected. I don't want to be Lewis and Clark exploring uncharted territory.
Regardless of my wants, End still comes and things still change.