Endings

I just finished re-reading the Sandman. Every time I finish a story, I am shocked at how disappointing the ending is. I don't know if the endings I read actually are disappointing, or if my dismay upon reaching the end of a book is really a reflection of how I view everything. Maybe it's like life-- the ending isn't the good part, it's everything that leads up to that. The actual living part. I think it's the last one.

It's strange... actually acknowledging the middle being the good part and all. People like to look back on what they have or have done, but the best part of wanting or doing something is the hope that comes with wanting, or the action that comes with doing. And the worst part is, even though when you're doing something and you're in the throes of that thing it's enjoyable and absorbing and fantastic and full of feeling, you still know that once it's over, it'll be a fake-thing, a memory, and you'll have to move on with your life.

There's more to this... But I can't remember it right now. Or, it's too much pressure for me to phrase it right.