What an uncomfortable feeling this is, Restlessness, brain fog, uncertainty. What kind of a choice is this that I need to make. What is this guilt? Should I find happiness in struggle? Or live an oblivious and blissful life? Why is it always so hard and painful to leave?
Dear reader, today I have a controversial topic to talk about – open ended novels. There was a time when I much appreciated open-ended stories. The mysterious cliffhangers would leave me wondering, “Oh what would have happened if he had chosen the easy path?” Or “Oh is she going to remain mysterious without revealing her true identity?” Or “Will she continue packing lunch for him as a mysterious stranger without meeting him?”
As I reader or an audience I have drawn my own conclusions feeling a sense of power. The unresolved narratives gave me a sense of liberty. I could use my imagination to give a unique ending to the story or sometimes I have left it unresolved too because not every story needs to have an ending. Some movies, books, podcasts, and paintings invited more ideas to be shared amongst friends and family for interesting conversations and perspectives.
HOWEVER, on the other hand this trend seems to have caught on a little too much, isn’t it? Many writers and storytellers seem to choose this path of ambiguous endings for their incomplete stories. Which I now find a little frustrating. Somehow all I am reading or watching or listening to lately are open-ended stories. “I need an ending, please!!”
There are too many stories with abrupt endings, it seems like the authors don’t really want to try and want the readers to do their job for them. I don’t find stories without an ending artful or intriguing anymore, it’s rather a lazy approach. What’s with the unnecessary tease? Why do we have to spend hours and not get answers to all the important plots? Some stories do not even require any layers of complexity.
“What really happened in this book?” “Why did I have to spend hours reading the damn book?” “The author might as well have ended it after the first chapter and called it a cliffhanger.” Why should the reader take the trouble of reading pages after pages and end up with nothing. Sometimes movies with abrupt endings are still fine as they’re over in a few hours. But with books, when there is no sequel, I am not really sure if randomly abrupt and ambiguous endings are fun or entertaining anymore.
Sorry, I’m done ranting. I just finished reading the book Paper Palace and I’m not very happy with the unresolved ending, hence this post. I know it’s not an easy job to write a book of hundreds of pages but as a reader, I’m requesting all the amazing writers to give their readers a good ending, open or closed as long it’s good. Thank you for reading till the end and if you’ve been on the same boat then I’m guessing you’ll share the same thoughts on this subject. If you do, then please do throw some light on your thoughts and share it with us.
I cannot sleep, Is it my troubled mind, that is keeping me awake all night? Or is it the moonlight from my window? I try long and hard – To go back to a peaceful world of dreams, Where the night is dark and the sleep is deep. But lately I’ve been up all night! Tossing and turning, Taking deep breaths, Reading books, Listening to meditative music to put me back to sleep… Why isn’t anything helping? What is it that I’ve been thinking? Am I anxious or just excited? What am I waiting for, Or rather who am I waiting for? No, stop it! Stop thinking. I need my sleep. Let’s try going back to sleep. Night night!
A cloudy evening, light drizzle. At a distance, a man in a green rain jacket is out for a walk with his dog. Patiently, he follows and watches his enthusiastic dog sniff the ground, play in the wetness of the green grass, and run around.
The view outside my window is beautiful, spectacular. I’m thankful to cameras that I can capture this moment in a photograph. Which I am sure I will not find interesting when I randomly find it after a few days.
Things are beautiful when they happen in that moment. Isn’t it? Like right now the fairy lights by my window are on, I’m with my book and a pen looking outside and trying my best to capture this precious scene in words and photos.
Happiness is not in big achievements but in easily and abundantly available joyous moments that are special just for you.
Somebody told me – If you are going through a difficult phase in your life, Remember that you’re not alone. Nobody has it easy. Some days can feel like a burden Like there’s no way out. Sadness, tears, anger, frustration. Like life is unfair for no reason at all.
Then she told me to give it time. It’s also about giving things time, To run their course. For them to pass. So you can heal. Everything eventually gets better. It always does and you know that it’s true.
This isn’t the first time, You were expected to face a challenging circumstance. This isn’t the first time you had to brave. You have done this before, Then why the uncertainty now. Like all the other times, this will pass too. Wait for the morning For the sun to shine with new rays of hope. And just like that, Your day will seem a whole lot better than yesterday. She said with a smile.