You’re searching... For things that don’t exist; I mean beginnings. Ends and beginnings — there are no such things. There are only middles.

The lines reject the comforting idea that life (or any story) can be neatly divided into clear “beginnings” and “ends.” Instead, they insist that experience is continuous: we enter situations already in motion and leave them still unfolding. Read this way, the speaker cautions against searching for absolute origins, final causes, or clean closure—habits that can distort how we understand time, memory, and responsibility. The emphasis on “middles” highlights process over milestones: what matters is the lived, ongoing present where choices are made and meanings are revised. It also carries a meta-literary implication about narrative itself, questioning whether stories truly start or finish, or merely slice into an unbroken flow.