Life is fairly literally a dead-end street. I mean, there is really no other exit than to die. Makes things interesting.
Of course, unless you really get deep into physics and spirituality, life is also a one-way street. You are born, you grow, learn and age, then you exit. You don't get to change the order. That means you really are commited and really need to figure out how to deal with it. Otherwise, it really isn't going to end well, is it?
So, what does ending well mean? Well, it means that all the journey to this point is redeemed with meaning and value. At least that is what I get from it so far. If we are lucky and persistent, it may also mean that we enrich those sharing the journey in some loving way or another.
But, there is also another way to deal with the end, a way which is also consistent with the first view I've given: change your perspective on the dead-end. A living example from my own literal street is the description of it as not a dead-end street, but instead as a cul-de-sac. A cul-de-sac, as nearly as I can tell, simply differs from the dead-end in that it is easier to turn around on and is designed to let you range back through the entry path by design. The life equivalent of a cul-de-sac is the ability to revisit one's past at will as the end nears to heal relationships left hanging, to enjoy bucket-list items of things undone and to heal one's own regrets and wounds so they don't continue as burdens. It allows viewing life in a more flexible manner allowing gentle correction.
It does something else, though. It allows the view that not all is futile. It means merely that it is personal and, as with all cul-de-sacs, there is a privacy so important to peace. And it means that you have neighbors with which to share that quiet privacy without the hurry and the noise.
I like our cul-de-sac.
I like the cul-de-sac that is my life.