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Okay in the end

It's weird that we expect everything should be okay only towards the end. We have conditioned our minds that struggle is imperative to achieve personal growth. Why do we expect that we will be okay in the future? Why not now? 
Our stories too are based on a narrative of beginning (creating a plot), middle (arrival of conflict, struggle), end (finding a way out). Is it possible to change the narrative and find peace, love, and tranquility always?
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