Once upon a time a young man set off on a quest. He was full of hope and optimism and maybe just a touch of anxiety that he may not be up to the task. But he dove into the quest with enthusiasm and confidence and maybe just a touch of arrogance — he was a young man, after all.
Along the way he encountered trials and tribulations, an occasional monster, and occasional triumphs, and he met a fair damsel to spend the rest of his life with — uh oh, maybe not that long — and then another, this time for sure, and well, he made his way toward the goal as best he could.
One day, he was resting from an especially daunting episode and reflecting on it all, when suddenly he sat bolt upright in his easy chair.
“My God!” he cried. “I’m living happily ever after, and I almost didn’t realize!”
And so he was. He looked all around him, at the life he was living, and saw it all as if with new eyes.
A person writing his story might say, “The End,” at this point, but that moment was everything but.
