One hundred unhappy endings

The Universe is full of unhappy endings.

The ‘happily ever after’ narrative, is nothing but a sugar coated lie.

We’ve been tricked into setting about on these doomed misadventures, ever since childhood. Why?

Is this how hope floats?

I don’t care to drown my mind in an ocean, trying to ride hopeless waves — searching for the fallacy of the happy ending.

In search of happy endings — forgetting about the start — neglecting the details in the middle — that’s how things fall apart

I’m on a quest, to live now. Breathe it in, fill my lungs with every single moment.

Not an easy task, when some moments leave you looking for an exit — a panic room, you can escape to. I have been there all too often, I will no doubt be there again. I hope in those moments I will remember, that I was built to survive — and thrive.

Nobody knows tomorrow, but we all know — right now. I don’t want to be stuck in an unholy war with myself, tethered to the illusion of permanence.

Living is a process, every part of the process is the point.

This is my one hundredth post here on Medium, the personal growth — has been real. The readers and Writers I have virtually met, have stretched me and honed my writing. I thank you all for that.

Where do I go from here? I really don’t know, one of these days — I will write my last post.

Until then, I’ll forget about all the endings — and just keep beginning again.

‘I don’t pay attention to the world ending. It has ended for me many times — and began again in the morning.’— Nayyirah Waheed