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Chelley's Inner Monologue
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| Saturday, July 05, 2008
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Happy Endings... |
I find myself always drawn toward stories with unhappy endings. For they ring more true than fairy tales and living "Happily ever after." Every day our lives are full of moments, just moments, of happiness but the whole of existence falls within the world of misery. An ocean of misery surrounds us as we hold on to the few blissful moments we scrounge for. These moments give us hope that more lie ahead, that we all deserve a "happily ever after." But if this were true wouldn't there be less war, less famine, less hatred in this ever increasing cruel world? Wouldn't there be more moments to hold on to, to cling to... to use as weapons against the days where nothing seems to work, nothing seems to matter except for the excruciating, emotional torment we put ourselves through. There is not a happily ever after. Few of us experience happily let alone ever after. And to say and think otherwise is plan ignorance.
The majority of our lives are full of loneliness, poverty, and longing. We long for the one we love but does not love us back. We long for more money as a to a way to happiness but when we find financial freedom the modicum of happiness we found is lost to the fear of losing that financial freedom. And those that have money long for the what they feel they cannot have, love for the sake of love and not love for their money.
Days melt into the next, years blur into many and we still wait, we still hope. Grasping onto the few blissful instances and forcing the fear, longing, and loneliness to the very back of our minds, we march on. Some of us to the beat of our own drum. Some of us feeling it best to slink into the background, absorbed into a life we didn't want but a life that provides the comforts that society tells us is necessary. But we all... we all long for human companionship whether we feel it lies within our grasp or not. We want that special someone who adores us with every glance, with every touch that tingles with anticipation, of possibility. Some of us will never even have an instant of this and others will have a lifetime and they're the lucky ones. It's those in the middle that hurt the most. They know of love, know how it can raise your temperature and quicken your heartbeat. They know how the tiniest of touches can awaken the constant, doubting cynic with a surprise. They've loved and lost and now roam the world looking for it again, wondering with every step, with every thought, with every breath if they'll ever have it again. It's the wondering that make unhappily ever after more real and a constant in our lives.
I know what you're going to say, "Better to have loved and lost. Than to never have loved before." But is this true. Isn't it better to have blissful ignorance to the possibilities of true love, to not know of it, than to wonder? |
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posted by Chelley 4:26 PM
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I thought the saying was "It's better to have loved and lost than to have listened to an album by Olivia Newton-John?"