When I was younger, I used to think that happy endings are true. How the good guy would ride to the sunset with his partner. Or how the princess would leave the alter for the poor man who saved her from the dragon's lair. Or how the man build a house for his partner and took care of her when they became old and reminded her that he is her husband. Just anything that ends well, is a happy ending. As long as the good guys win.
Then as I grew older, movies, shows, even life itself showed me that nothing ever will go our way. The hero dies after saving his wife. Spiderman lost Gwen. Spike went to war on his own after Julia was killed. France lost the Euro Finals after easing through the group stages. Everything, as I grew older, made me think nothing guarantees a happy ending.
And now, having to live off countless panic attacks, failures in practically anything from studying, being a son, a partner, an employee, even a human being, made me realize, happy ending is still a happy ending even if two souls aren't tied in the end. Even if the bad guy got away and the protagonist dies, he died with a cause. He didn't died or defeated in vain. Every ending is a happy ending. I just got to take it in a positive light. Just because Life brought me down to my knees, crying my eyeballs out, doesn't mean the happy ending I sought for is lost. An ending without the person I love is still a happy ending if both of us are happy individually. Because I am.
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Poetrysome short stories, self-proclaimed poems and presumptuous writings
