There are some things that you wouldn’t want to finish.
Some things you’d rather put on hold like the next sentence to a story, the next episode in a series, the last stroke to a painting. You want to bask in the fleeting sensation or sulk in the pain or continue what you think is your existential purpose. You want to submerge yourself, to empathize, to not just let it linger in your memory but to live it a little longer. Because when you take the next step, you know it’s finished. The chase is over. The speculations have to stop. Because the end has arrived, the conclusion already written.