All my life I searched for a happy ending;
All my life I deluded myself into believing in it,
In all situations; good or bad;
All I was worried about being how it fared?
As I grew old, old enough to understand;
Where my life was headed and toward what I was blind.
Golden moments passed me by; in spite of they being rare,
Obsessing over the ending and for the rest I didn't care.
Now I wonder if I would ever get those moments again;
Even if I promised to enjoy without worrying about the end,
The true wisdom has finally dawned upon me;
Sometimes it’s not about a happy ending, it's only about the story.