Someone recently asked me if I thought my current relationship would have a happy ending. I’m sure that person just meant to ask if I pictured being with this man from now on, but I was a bit stunned by that question and just said, “I hope so.” As soon as those words came out I instantly thought, “Of course not”.

Does that sound horrible?

I don’t mean to be all gloom and doom, but I honestly don’t believe that there’s a happy ending (here on earth).

I used to believe that …. but now I know differently.

That doesn’t mean that my life won’t be happy …. but the ending will not be happy …. for someone.

Even if I were to marry again and we both live to be 100 (God forbid) ….. whoever is left behind first will be grief-stricken ….. no matter our age or how long we were together.

I do not look at the future in the same way I did 2 1/2 years ago.

I cannot make far-ranging plans.

I cannot picture myself 5 years out ….. or even 1.

I now know that there are no guarantees.

And that’s OK.

It’s made me appreciate today a lot more than I used to.

I am learning to enjoy what I have, while I have it.

I’m learning to be happy again.

I think I’d rather have a “happy now”, rather than a “happy ending”.

Because it’s really all we’ve got.

And that, too, is OK.

“Happy now”, my friends.

🙂