Perhaps, every little girl was brainwashed of the “fairy tale”. It came in the form of a prince, hot pink convertible cars and royalty. Nevertheless, as we grew up, so did our library expand. There came the stories about the origin of things, mythical creatures, talking animals and the like. At the end of every story, we were asked one thing, “What is the moral of the story?”
Somehow, we find it easier to recall all the good and carefree things from our childhood. Things were much simpler back then. Everything had a happy ending. Before, the steps to achieving this happy ending were quite simple, just (1) play fair, (2) say sorry, (3) smile, (4) don’t judge other people, and lastly (5) be loving to people, even the horrible ones.
When all the story books have been packed away, we then begin to deal with the story that matters most: our lives. With every turn of events, the pen is then uncapped and glided against a clean sheet…or a yellow pad, papyrus? Whatever tickles your fancy.
In dealing with the story of our lives, the battle between fables vs. fairy tales starts to commence.
We all like to believe in happy endings, but the sad truth is, it never comes easy, no matter how many steps you take. Turning a page of a book isn’t as quick as turning the page of YOUR book. The odd beast, stepmother or big bad wolf isn’t just the enemy: it’s circumstance.
As we wait for the plot of our lives to develop, we sometimes tend to look back at the other pages. Then, I realized that our stories are probably just like reading comprehension exercises. We need to look back at some details. Once we find it, we then get to answer the mother of all questions, “What is the moral of the story?”
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