so I'll be holding my breath, right up till the end

Sometimes, that is the end.

Not much of a story, but not every story has the climax we all want. We create it ourselves, if we like, in anticipation that some dramatic event will come along and provide the catharsis we crave.

But some stories fall short of a satisfying ending. I suppose it's always a matter of time-- sometimes you think it's the end, but hey, ten years later you find a full circle! Most people don't want to wait that long. When the circle falls short, that's the end. So you left some strings untied. You move on, let go, fogget abouit. There's nothing worth waiting for. It's anticlimactic. Bummer, dude. Sorry that didn't work out.

Is it me, or am I starting to notice a pattern in my life?