why do we want happy endings?
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what does “and they lived happily ever after” look like, anyway? we’re offered a million hackneyed templates of what life looks like after the lovebirds slay a beast of sorts and are able to stay together, but what happens after that? fairy tales end at the beginning.
i’m more interested in what happens during the credits, in the space after those last pages. we know what life looks like before the curtain - we’re living it now, right? we’re walking around trying to piece the little “ahas” into a complete picture.
when i talk of “the end”, i’m not speaking of finding romantic love, either - i’m talking about finding one’s purpose. the old disney flicks we all grew up with show lost boys and girls finding wholeness through princesses and princes, but i think it’s just as attainable to find that sense of completeness in yourself. what does “the end” look like, and why on earth isn’t it “the beginning”? i wanna be born now, in the middle - not at the end.
why is “after enlightenment” not a story worth telling? is it too unrelatable? what happens when you “get it”? you die? you just exist? can you even “get it”? when you find it, is it something other people can see in you? can you see it in yourself? or is it just something unattainable entirely?
tell me, pixar. tell me, disney, art, writing, music, life -
show me; what does stillness look like?
