Tomorrow you'll feel better

Narratives in popular culture tend towards the "love always wins". A form of blind hope that everything will be alright in the end.
We want to be comforted, to envision a certainty that someday it will all be fine. A promise that we all hold dear in the back of our minds. Someday, someway, things will get better. This promise is fundamental for our will to live.
That's why we obfuscate the truth, we practice confirmation bias, closing ourselves into echo chambers. And those definitions carry a negative connotation, but there is a reason why we are doing this.
To protect ourselves from the harsh reality out there. To comfort us with the known. Avoiding uncertainty.

Then who is to blame? When I find myself playing the devil's advocate again and again, repeating like a broken radio that everything has a reason, every perspective makes sense. Refusing this makes us intolerant to the divergent, paints us as the narrow-minded creatures that we are so convinced to condemn.

But love must always win, and happiness will eventually come, because nothing is more haunting than a vicious cycle from which we cannot escape.

"Caught in a web, don't struggle free, this is all we've got, so just let it be"