The problem is… we read too many stories.
We read and hear so many stories that all of us imagine life to have intriguing twists and textbook endings. But stories are based on real life- real life is not based on stories.
I always imagined that the night before my exam, I’d be too stressed out to even move. One year of studies would be at stake, and I’d just be sitting in a corner trying to breathe. On the contrary, the night before my exam at 1 a.m., I was making aate ka halwa- a situation nobody could have foreseen. Because a) I don’t like aate ka halwa. And b) I don’t like aate ka halwa. God knows why I was making it!
But things happen. Good things or bad things… life is about anticlimaxes.
We imagine that once our dreams come true, it’ll all be happily ever after. But real life is real- comic things happen. Once you finally get through an exam, you realise how futile it all really is. Once the person you like likes you back, you realise how artificial they are. Once your friends finally get together with you, you realise you miss solitude.
Maybe it’s just a joke on part of destiny, or maybe we evolve faster than we achieve our dreams- but endings are boring. They are disappointing.
Perhaps it is all about the journey instead?