I wish someone told me this when I was little. There are no fairy tale endings. People don't live happily ever after. No prince ever comes on a white horse and spirits you away. Or if they do, years later, the horse breaks down and the prince turns out to be a frog.
The best you can hope for is to get through the drudgery and savor those little moments of happiness that make life worthwhile. Let's face it, being an adult sucks. It sucks ass.
It is much easier to be a child or a teenager or even a young adult. I think that is why so many of my stories deal with the past because whatever my childhood was, that is, chaotic, scary, happy, adventurous, traumatic, and sometimes surprising, it was better than the day to day drudgery of an ordinary adult existence. I remember the freedom of it. That sense that one's whole life was an unknown.
Now, at about forty, and maybe this post is just a symptom of the almost forty blues, I see life as hard and disappointing. Most days, I get up and go to work and work hard to get through my court calendar. My life is somewhat like my calendar. I have felony settlement conferences, i.e. negotiations, there are sentencing hearings, i.e. punishments and even oral arguments, i.e. fights. And, like my calendar, I just gotta get through it because tomorrow is another day.
This blog is not meant to be depressing. It is meant to express how the world can get you down. One can only hope, I mean I can only hope, to pick myself up again and start over every day. The goal is to try and be a better person, to treat people with kindness and be positive.
In the end, that's the best we can do. Just try. And try again.