The End of things

Stories with the melancholic ends are the ones that always grabs me. They tug the heartstrings a different way then the rest. Not the soft kind of nudge, that plays a pretty rythm and warms you, like in a happy ending. Not the rough pull that tears out the strings and leave pain and coldness like the sad ones. But the ones that delicately swirls and weaves the strings pulling you in pushing you back, tickling the heart till you’re not sure what to feel about it, just that you’re feeling it. If it isn’t a happy end then, "Picture abhi Baki hae mere dost!" Says the optimistic lot. There is no happy endings, 'ending' by definition is sad. Says the depressing ones. I feel as though, both of them are fleeting. They have this finality to them, that I feel is insincere. The real end of it all, well it’s kind of uncertain ain’t it. It’s unknowable and I think that’s what makes it so profound. It’s one of the few things that’s constant in the human condition but we all have so many interpretation of it. However one sees it, most of the time it isn’t really a happy one definitely. But most of the time it isn’t entirely a sad one either not in it’s totally at least. Anything going on forever sounds like a tedious endeavor no matter how good it is. We try to narrow things down till we find an answer we like. That answer isn’t always the truth and it isn’t always a whole lie either. The only truth, constant; is the unknown, the melancholic ends that lead to new beginnings or to nothing at all, the ones that leave you with questions or feelings for you to muse about. The ones that keep you at night and the ones that seep into your sleep.

It's a lot, and I'm also narrowing a lot of things down to a page.

What I'm trying to say is,

Deep in the forest, there is a cabin and in that cabin there is a princess. You go in the cabin and you climb down the stairs. You find the princess and you are to make a choice.

You save the princess from her shackles. You two fall in love get married make babies and everyone lives happily ever after. Curtains close.

Or

You drive your pristine blade right through her heart. She dies instantly, a pool of blood surrounds her cold body. You fall down to your knees, the single window let the moonlight in so that we can see your tears. Everyone lived in sadness ever after.

There is no 'ever after' in life. There is no pot of gold at the end of the rainbow nor is it always a trap.

All I'm saying is the princess isn't always worth saving and you aren't always worth loving. But if you both just sit down and hash it out maybe you can get out of the cabin, even hand in hand, confused yet somehow excited. Just because she isn't worth loving doesn't mean she has to die, just because your not worth loving doesn't mean YOU should ever stop BEING loving.

The life outside of the cabin is scary but it's the uncertainty we all face. What's outside, what are we leaving behind? Who knows. But in the cabin we will never know.

That's why our stories should be open ended. The ones we tell others and the ones we tell ourselves.

There is no happy end nor sad. Nor a perfect middle ground to rest, only harrowing uncertainty and never ending possibilities, for all to do our best.