Happily Ever After

“And they lived happily ever after.”

Excuse the cynicism, but I don’t believe in happily-ever-after’s.

This is with the premise that ever-after’s are the same as forevers.
(Pardon the plurality of the words. I know they’re so wrong on so many levels.)
Since being happy is an emotion for people who are actually alive, this means that the ever-after or forever in this context is just the life span of a person. But the probability to live happily until death without experiencing the opposite of being happy (at least once) is somewhat impossible because we are just humans and are vessels of many different emotions.

Anyway!

Pushing aside my stubbornness, “happily ever after” can also just mean you’re happy in general or most of the time. So I will continue with this assumption, for with this, I think it may be plausible.

Still…

Honestly, I don’t know if I’m already living my happily-ever-after.
I hope not. Not yet, anyway.

To live happily ever after is like saying the story of my life has already ended.
And I don’t want it to. Not just yet.
I still want to experience all the highs and lows of life, and all other emotions that comes with it.
The feeling of being alive.

So, to hell with happily ever after!
As long as you’re happy right now.

This post is in response to Daily Prompt: Happily Ever After.

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