Pawn and a King and a Match

Are we all bound to be happy?  Will we ever have a happy ending? Do we get to see the good in goodbye?

Being fan of romantic films, I always root for the guy to get the girl after every traditional or even unconventional flow of the story. I always hope for wedding ceremony after every mishap and trial. I even wish for a baby at the end.

Reality never goes the way of movies. Sometimes you are happy but most often you’re not. You’re either sad or nothing happens. Life may be a series of senseless events that won’t matter until the very right moment.

I choose to believe that there is. Otherwise, there is no point in going through all the downs and lows of it. All the pain and all the sacrifices won’t matter. All the bitter stops won’t be sweet until the very end.

The problem is how do we know it’s the end. Will it be when you take your last breath? Or does it begin when you had your first? Or it was when your millionth but you just have to play extra on someone else’s story?

You may be the happy ending to your parents. When you were born, all the pain goes away. You are the climax of their story. Your beginning may be their ending.

You may have your happily-ever-after after you die. I mean the seconds before that. Whether it’s closure or pure love, endings always cap the container full of sweets or regrets.

But more often, you may be just a pawn in a chess match – a pawn who just waits until the king has no move left. You may reach the other side and be anyone you want but not the king of your own.

Right now, I’m nowhere near my happy ending. I don’t even think the writer has finished the script. Will I ever be part of it?

I don’t even know if life has something good. I don’t even need to think about it.

I’ll play the part it wants me to.