The fairy tale is the first form of literature I encountered. This was before I learned about Disney. I remember when I was very young and my mom would always tell me Cinderella's story before going to sleep. I imagine a very pretty lady wearing a very beautiful white gown, going to a very nice elegant party, maybe play some parlor games (and winning some candies, too!)... she then realizes it was already late so she runs off. I guess girly shoes aren't much help when you're running... so she loses her shoe.
We admire those stories so much. Because it speaks of something very ideal. Something magical. But these only exist in our minds and in our imaginations. And these hold something special to us when we were children. We want to explore... to go beyond what is familiar to us.
But when we grow up...we grow old... we learn more about the world beyond our homes...
Life suddenly doesn't seem like the ones in fairy tales right? Well, not all the time.
Sometimes, we get tired of these tales... stories telling us of a utopia where everybody lives happily ever after. Life isn't really like that now, is it?
1 comment:
so true!
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