- Date posted
- 7y
when we’re little, we’re told of stories that begin with ‘once upon a time’ and end with ‘happily ever after’ but our lives aren’t written out for us, like this. we don’t live in fairytales. however, the original stories of the disney princesses felt less like a fairytale and more like life. whenever i read them, i felt uncertain. how will this story end? why did things have to be this way? i don’t want this to happen! nevertheless, i still loved those stories. just because we won’t know if ugly things will happen to us, doesn’t mean there wasn’t any beauty in our lives at all. i may be confused, i may wander endlessly and still feel lost. my fate may be cursed with bad luck and fortune. of course i’m afraid. but even so, if i keep wishing for something that’ll never come true, if i keep planting flowers that’ll never bloom, if i never wake up from dreaming, i’ll never truly live. i’ll never hurt, i’ll never heal, i’ll never grow up! and when i’m so out of breath searching for a false comfort, my vision will be too blurry for me to see everything i’m so thankful for. i’ll forget how to love. so, i don’t care if i’m not a princess in a perfect fairytale! i’ll love with all my heart, even if it means to suffer.