My parents believe in the happy endings to the stories of their children.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I don't believe in happy endings, but I do believe in happy travels, because ultimately, you die at a very young age, or you live long enough to watch your friends die. It's a mean thing, life.
That's something I think is growing on me as I get older: happy endings.
My stories always have these twisted happy endings, and the boy always gets the girl.
When my parents died, it became clear to me that there was an end in sight. Death was never a real thing to me. And then when that happened I realized I only have so many years left, if I'm lucky.
As a child, I remember I always wanted to make my parents happy and give them everything in their lives.
I personally, as a teenager, didn't like books I felt were trying to preach to me... I did not believe in happy endings. I wanted to read books which reflected life as I thought I knew it.
I like happy endings.
I have an instinctual distrust of conventional happy endings.
Like most parents, I think, my children have been the source of some of my most intense joys and despairs, my deepest moral dilemmas and greatest moral achievements.
Seeing my parents makes me realise that life is not a fairy tale.