When we were young (like in kids young), whenever our parent/teacher/whoeverwhocanread read to us our favourite stories, we’ll ask them to read it over and over again despite us already knowing the ending of the big bad wolf being killed by little red riding hood’s father.
We watch the harry potter movies knowing the dumbledore will die in the 6th installment after reading the books but we pay the $9.50 on weekends to watch the movie anyway.
We all know the Wizard of Oz is a fluke hiding his flaws and his sorry self behind a facade, but we enjoy this story of adventure and mystery.
We all know that Charles Kingshaw will die and say “fuck to you” to Edmund Hooper in page 100++ of “King of the Castle” but we analyse the novel like no tomorrow, taking notice of every little single detail in his thoughts and actions.
I watched “My Blueberry Nights” 6 times (twice in Bangkok, mind you).
You see, very often we know the ending of a story we know the consequences of some of our actions but we still carry on with the activity. It is said that the process is more important than the product of our journeys.
I say it’s the emotional factor of these things we do; a message can be repeated a hundred times, a story/movie/song can be read/played/listened to a thousand times, a mistake can be repeated countless times but each time we do that something we get a different emotion albeit the same result.
That’s human nature for me: that is when we are suckers for something, we are really suckers.
These emotions we feel are so powerful, so overwhelming that it renders the inevitable endings negligible.
And THAT is why I don’t care about endings, happy or otherwise, as long as the process is one filled with meaning, lessons and lots of emotions.
Call me a sucker now.
