Sometimes it feels like having been so immersed in fairy tales and happily-ever-after stories when I was younger cramped my ability to accept that life doesn't always end happily-ever-after. Of course, I know it doesn't - I've read plenty of books that haven't ended that way, heard of plenty of people whose lives didn't end up that way, and know plenty of people who have various struggles to overcome. But I always have this strong belief that things will work out for the best in the end. But who says they will? What if they won't? Why should I have such expectations?
And - how do you define "the end?" Do you really want to wait for the end of your life in order to be happy? Is that the only time a person can truly be happy? In "the end?"
The phrase "happily ever after" is so skewed, if you think about it. You're only happy...after. After a trial has ended, after you get just what you want - then you'll be happy.
But you can't live that way. Then you'll never be happy!
Think about it. If you always have this dream of what you want, you're always going to be happy with what you don't yet have (and may never have) and you're never going to learn to be happy with what you do have! It's no use wasting energy feeling happy about things that don't even exist!
But yet - it's so hard to be happy with what you have and not yearn for something more. There's so much to want in this world. There's so much to expect. There's so much good that you hope you deserve.