I throw fucking fits if a movie ends happily. I mean, why give people false hopes? Why let them think that the world gives happy endings to everyone? Because seriously, these kinds of movies are the reason why people realize that they are fucking unlucky, screwed, lonely and unloved! It is always a person's dream to live a happy life but what if they don't get that life? What if it is too hard for them to even muster a genuine smile? The one that's caused by joy and not by the sheer fact that it is obligatory to smile at people when they smile at us.
I somehow do not understand the value and significance of happy ending movies. Yes, these mediums provide us hope, empower our hopeful hearts that there is still some good shits that are bound to happen in our lives but after that, what would come? After upholding lives, what then? Could it really uphold what has fallen?
I have been looking at life in a clear vantage point and I can cataclysmically conclude, that most of the people that surround me are radically, enormously unhappy with their lives.
It's agonozing, consuming to see hope fed in the hearts of those who need it more and then what they have been hoping for never really comes. Hope; the word itself is alluring and in a million ways deceiving. And people link stories, testimonies, happenings and shit full of stuff onto that word to let it appear beautiful and worthy of our sappy attention.
Every teenage movie I see has that mundane ending where the boy falls in love with the girl, no matter what thing came in between their lives, and contrary to reality, teenagers just don't get that ending too often. A ton of factors hinder souls from getting what they are hoping for- their physical nuisances, emotional instability, depraved indifference and the list goes on.
No matter what, a happy ending isn't good for people who have been depressed, lonely and unloved. If these movies are inspiring right from the very beginning, then how could you explain the massive growth of teenage suicides? Given by the fact that teenagers make up majority of the audience of these movies?
How can you explain the colossal number of depressed young adults? Instead of making these sappy movies, why not center movies about God and how true comfort is found in Him and not through the world?
Heed on this.
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Soliloquy
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