We all remember the bedtime stories of our childhoods. The shoe that fit Cinderella; The frog who turned into a prince; Sleeping Beauty awakened with a kiss; Once upon a time; and then they lived happily ever after.
Fairy Tales. The stuff of dreams. The problem is, the fairy tales don’t come true. It’s the other stories that begin with dark and stormy nights and end in the unspeakable. It’s the nightmares that always seem to become the reality. The stories, filled with truth; pain; blood; lost time; hurt; happiness; births; deaths; reunions; departures; betrayal; friends; relationships; family; all of them inextricably intertwined. The stories of real people.
The person who invented the phrase ‘happily ever after’ should have his ass kicked so hard.
Once upon a time, or happily ever after. These are the stories we were told because they are the stuff of dreams. These are fictitious stories for the children who are being protected by their parents from the reality. The sad part is that they do not realize that there is no time to waste. Instead, they could have sowed some seeds of practicality, strength, and wisdom.
But I would rather prepare the naive ones about it. They should know the non-fictitious facts of life. Sooner or later, after spending some good long years on the face of this earth, they will learn the same. But in the most unprepared manner.
Reality is much stormier; much murkier; much scarier. Precisely when you lose track of time. When you are wishing upon a fairy tale; or waiting for to be awakened like the sleeping beauty with a kiss, you have wasted the time of your life. Reality is fun. Reality is painful. Reality is the unknown. Reality is so much interesting than ‘living happily ever after’.