Write a post about the topic of your choice, in whatever style you want, but make sure to end it with “…and all was well with the world.”
Once upon a time there was a young woman. She liked her life very much. She had a nice job, she had a few very good friends, she loved her parents and she had the best of housemates: her cat Jojo. Her name was Susie.
Like I said, Susie was very content with her life, but of late the feeling that she missed something kept creeping up on her more and more and more. She started thinking what it was that she missed, what made her feel unhappy despite the good things she had in life. And one morning, as she was walking through the park to work, she saw two old people sitting on a bench, hand in hand, close together, the love and happiness almost radiating off of them. That was when she knew what she was missing. She wanted love. She wanted someone to love. She wanted to sit on a bench in a park with someone and be just as happy and in love as those two old people.
From that moment on, Susie started looking around for men she liked. She went out to clubs to meet men, she dated a few of them, but nothing worked out. After two years, she had lost all hope that she would ever find a man she loved, and who loved her back. She stopped looking around and fell back in her old routine of work, playing with Jojo, visiting her parents and having fun with friends.
And ofcourse, as so often happened, you only find what you are looking for once you stop looking. One morning a few months after she decided to stop looking for men, someone stepped into the office where she worked to deliver a package and she was instantly in love. He was handsome, but not too handsome, he was tall but not too tall, and his eyes…. And, after a brief conversation tover a cup of instand-coffee, she found out this Bob was not only nice to look at, but also had a very nice voice and appeared to be a nice person in total.
Many, many years later, Susie and Bob sat on a bench. They sat close together, their wrinkly hands enlaced, and they were in love. And all was well with the world.
Except for the fact that, ofcourse, it was not. Because there was still war and hunger and pain and death and nothing could change that.