I'm torn.
Happy endings or sad ones?
I love both equally, which is to say, irrevocably and so extremely. I adore happy endings now, in contrast to a while back when I thought them bland and empty. Now I see the charm in fairytales. Happy endings are one of mankind's greatest creations. I love them. So fucking much.

And at the same time, I've always been - and shall probably always be - a fan of sad endings. Angst is my forte - I don't so much enjoy experiencing it, but I do love relishing and reveling in the sorrow of others. Not in the sadistic way, but I find sorrow to be an art form - and as such, I love and appreciate it as an artist. Sad endings can be just as satisfying to a person hungry for tales, although they leave you with a bittersweet taste in the mouth.

But for God's sake - how do I pick between the two? Each of them have their amazingly different charms, and it's safe to say they're polar opposites. So to pick one, then, I must forfeit the other. The Sufi poet Rumi once asked his students to write down the three things they wanted most in life. If any of the two things on the list clashed, he warned, then you are destined for unhappiness. "Better to live a life of single-pointed focus," he said.

But what about living so precariously amid extremes? That would be nothing short of exhilarating.

It occurs to me now, that that is precisely what I want. It occurs to me only after I get a short taste, a sample of it. An ending infused with both melancholy and unbelievable delirium - it's possible.

Happiness and sorrow in one bittersweet concoction - it's edible.

So to put it simply...I'm a fan of Tragic Magic.

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All this stuff arose from my thoughts after I finished re-reading Eat, Pray, Love (Or maybe after I saw a poll asking 'What ending do you expect for Devil's Trill?', one of my drugfics at the moment, and one of the options was 'Happy Ending of ANGST and MISERY!'). And I mean proper re-read, not just picking out a random page and glancing through it. I am still as emotionally impacted by it as I was when I first read it. I cannot help thinking that the book has such a marvellously, insanely perfect happy ending. My subconscious always forgets that this is nonfiction, not a novel.

I always think, 'and she lived happily ever after'. But the thing is...Whenever those words are uttered or written down, how many of us really stop to think, 'I wonder what happened to hear at the end of the story?' What about Cinderella, Snow White, Aurora...What did they do with their lives after that? Once you wonder this, often the tale starts to fall apart at the seams, torn by reality. Surely they can't keep that happiness up forever. Surely life can't go on monotonously, joy in a boring circle again and again.

I suppose then, there are no such things as happy endings, unless the characters die soon after. And die happily, of course, it's a must that their happy ending be bestowed upon them during their last breath. Nilahxapiel's The Scream, that's a good example. I could never decide whether that story had a sad ending or a happy one, now I realize it's both, and that's exactly why I love it so much. That's a true happy ending. But at the same time, it's death as well...

so I suppose that's it then.

All this talk of happily ever after...That's a farce. That's not the real thing. It's a fake, a sham, a sham that's fooled almost everyone, except those who can see that the true happily ever afters come just before the oblivion of death.

Funny how that works.







Also, did you guys miss me? Life's been a rather tame rollercoaster ride lately. I'm waiting for the whirlwind to settle down. Then maybe I can get back into the swing of blogging.