It is a fact that Not Everything Works Out. If it did, we’d all stay put in our first jobs and first homes, and marry our first boyfriends just in the nick of time to live happily ever after. Death would claim sleeping souls in a calm and timely manner, taking only the old, content and fulfilled.
It seems such an obvious fantasy now I see it in stark type - but to be honest it came as a bit of a shock to me. It’s funny how sometimes you don’t realise a universal truth until it hits you right between the eyes.
And of course this is a good thing. It has to be. There would be no surprises, spontaneity or adventures. Moments of breakthrough and self-discovery would be few and far between. Though conversely, there would be no heartache, disappointment, disillusion or loss.
But once the lesson is learnt, the heartache, disappointment and loss take on a bit more meaning at least. And the days would be pretty boring if you knew how everything was going to turn out. Where’s the fun in that? I’m happy not to live in Disney Technicolor – it’s a myth. And an overrated one at that.
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