Happy endings are as true as the real endings. Or something like that. One has to believe that happiness is not just some wishful thinking in the quagmire of reality. However. However, the sacred words ring in my ears...."it's a trap!"
What the fuck - why is enduring happiness a trap? I suppose because happiness never lasts. It is seldom enduring. It is so often, a lie. Or is it the victim of our own predictable failures? In the end, does it matter? We are what we are, messed up fools trying to be wise.
