There are no such things as happy endings.
Sure, once in a while the bad guy gets caught, or the team finally gets a victory after all their hard work. And sometimes the couple realizes that they’re in love after all and they live happily ever after. But what is that? Happily ever after. It sounds like an eternity. In reality, it’s just the opposite. Endings are never happy. Endings are just, well, endings.
When you’re absorbed in a story, a part of you disappears when the story ends, and it never returns. That’s why rereads will never be as satisfying. It’s because once the story ends, you can never really get it back.
I’ve been writing poetry and short stories since I could form words on paper. It all started as cute poems about the seasons back in 1st grade, but eventually I started delving deeper and deeper into writing, and it became my method of venting.
But lately, I’ve become tired of stories. I can never really fit all that’s bubbling inside into a story. Stories aren’t good enough to get it all out.
So I decided to start this blog, as a way of compiling all my thoughts (however unrelated they may be) for as long as I can. And this way, I can tell my story and never have to write an ending.
So here goes my beginning.
I hope you stick around for all of the many middles to come.
