We are all conditioned to believe in a “happy ending”.
Hollywood movies. Fairy tales (with some notably gruesome exceptions). Religion.
It’s supposed to End Well. Heroes are rewarded, villains are vanquished, the meek inherit the earth and
Someday My Prince Will Come.
But IT DOESN’T WORK LIKE THAT. Karma is slow coming around, sometimes not in this lifetime, so we need to believe in the next. We need to believe, to have hope, or there’s really no point to it all. So we have invented the myth of the Happy Ending.
What we need to do instead, I think, is believe in the Happy Now. We need to realize that every boring, pedestrian moment is a miracle, that just being conscious and present and full of awe and wonder is a huge bloody miracle in itself.
I need to pause briefly, apparently Grace needs some lovin’. I can’t type when she’s holding down my hand and licking me.
See, this blog started out with a bitter thought that’s been running through my head all day, “where’s my damn happy ending?” It’s Now. And Now. And NOW.