I read a poem once that said there are not happy ending just happy beginnings and middles.
I'm not sure I believe that. Happy endings are in the eyes of whom evers ending it is or at least that's what I think.
But let us say the poem is right and there are no happy endings, would that not make life its self a hard pill to swallow?
We believe in love, magic and happy endings. Because what if there are no happy beginnings or middles?
If we all come into the the world with happiness were along our journey do we lose it?
When do we realize that the happiness we were supposed to be born with was never there?
If we never had happiness to start how would we find it for the middle and end?
Therefore who's to say there are only happy beginnings and middles.
I think that there is such a thing as a happy ending to ones story it is all in how you look at it.
That's all part of the illusion...
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