I must say, I do not understand happy endings.
Perhaps it is not something poetic, something original, or even something slightly intriguing, but it is so. However, it also seems to mark a common stage of life for everyone.
The small world we live in seems to represent such a paradox. There is the grand view, the universe, the "big picture"; everything that exists, the delicate balance in which it continues, the crazy detail and amazing fact that it it just keeps on going.
But from another angle it feels something of fairy tales, comfort stories and homey coziness. Like its all happened before, its all going to happen again, and whatever is now must pass just as the rest of life. We feel all caught up in our current situations, the problems and that happiness - the joy of life and the fear of it. But the next moment, it has flipped and we're in a new place.
And we forget where we were, because it has passed.
Now we're on to new, unexplored territory; the times we call exciting and future. But like everything else, it has happened before - and throughout history continues on. And endless stream of life.
But maybe that is wrong. What if that is what is supposed to have happened? What if the intention and design on life is just that - every moment created new, whether or not it has happened before? And young hearts feel tragedy and thrills because it is new, every moment; the mystery of tomorrow, the next time, the possibilities that await. For us they are still unexplored; for this moment nothing has happened before, and nothing matters.
What is next? Only continuing on, living, hoping, dreaming, and eventually, dying. Is it a wrap? Is it pointless? Is there no reason?
I believe the answer to all of the above is no. Perhaps there are happy endings, but I don't know.
So in my narrow, predictable, simple, and now hopeful, view, I continue to live; for who knows what will happen? No one can know. I just keep on moving forward, doing all those things humans love to do most, and I hope you will join me. Soon.
