“All’s well that ends well.” ~ Shakespeare.
Man’s life is a tragedy. Man’s endeavors and his life never end well. In the end, everyone dies—death, I presume, is not a happy ending because most people will want to go on living. Every civilization declines and falls in the end. Every house falls in the end. Every business fails in the end. Even the planet earth will not have a happy ending. Earth itself will die when the sun dies—though the end of these celestial bodies will come billions of years after humans are extinct. The happy endings are merely a mistake of man’s mind.
In the play, “All’s well that ends well,” which is a comedy, Shakespeare is describing the life of his characters to a certain point—the point at which Helena, the low-born ward of a French-Spanish countess, gets united with the man who is the love of her life, Bertram, the countess’s son. When Helena and Bertram are united, the play ends. If they were real people, their life would not end at the point where they got united. Their life would go on and they would find new ways of being miserable; one day they would grow old and die.