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Saturday, November 19, 2011

The Power and Pain of a Happy Ending

Every so often, I find myself craving books. Literally, I cannot stop thinking about getting caught up in a good story, or looking online for something new to read. I have finally quenched that hunger for a story by reading Matched. If you haven't read it yet, I seriously recommend it. It took me all of 3 days to finish it and I dying for the next book to arrive in the mail.

It is the greatest escape in the world to get caught up in someone else's world. I love falling in love with the characters and watching as their lives unfold. It amazes me that I find myself thinking about these characters as if we are friends, wanting the best to work out. I believe in their happy endings. I think about their situations, imagine what I would do if I was in their shoes, and forget about reality.

The only problem with allowing someone else's story to wash over you is that eventually reality has to set back in. Life is not a book and sometimes, happy endings don't always work out. Reading that last page is the highest high and the hardest fall. More than anything, I wish that my life could work like the a novel, you know, with all that "happily ever after" stuff. I've always said that good things happen for good people. However, I am beginning to second guess myself. Maybe things just happen. Good, bad, neutral. Things just are what they are and there is not a whole lot you can do about it. Still more than anything in the world, I find myself longing to believe in the possibility of good, of happy, of secure.

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