I felt the same way when I finished Memory of Light. I had been reading WoT since 1994. The book definitely marked an end to a period of my life. It wasn't just

I felt the same way when I finished Memory of Light. I had been reading WoT since 1994. The book definitely marked an end to a period of my life. It wasn't just the end of the book. There were changes going on at the time leading to greater maturity. It included a cross country move and shedding of most of my possessions, including many of my physical books. I had realized collecting dead tree versions of sci fi and fantasy was more wishful thinking on my part (more practical to get the books on Kindle, very easy to move cross country with them). I was also disappointed with the ending. I roughly knew the general sketch of the ending based on remarks Jordan made at a DragonCon. I knew he had written that entire series just to get to that ending. But by the time I had reached Memory of Light, I saw a possibility for something even greater. A year later, the unpublished chapter on Damonadred (don't remember how to spell his name) came out and therein lies that possibility. Except no one will write that epic :-D That existential anguish that comes from having journeyed ablong way -- well, the Wheel keeps turning. That's the point. There is a koan that goes, "before enlightenment? Chop wood carry water. After enlightenment? Chop wood carry water." Stories always come to an end, no matter how magnificent. It does not matter whether that story is a work of fiction, or something you tell about yourself. What doesn't end is awareness. The Wheel moves on.