End Of Fairy Tale Endings.

“Once upon a time…”

No. Stop. Screw this starting. This shouldn’t start as a fairy tale. There are no fairy tale endings. There is no happily after. People say life is this or life is that. Ignore the usual copy written quotes that’s becoming more and more of a dialogue shot at a film scene. It makes no sense anymore; neither does it have the meaning that it used to have before. Very little is needed to make your life happy; it’s all within you and your way of thinking. Life has become a complicated ball of mess and games. No one can tell what will happen in the end, we can only guess. They say one day everything will make perfect sense; so for now, laugh at the confusion, smile at the tears spent, and remind yourself everything happens for a reason. Even God’s judgment is easier to deal with than societies. The combat between making an impression on the society and not trying is constant struggle that leaves the badlands of my mind further torn and dry like a post-war view. Develop a strong opinion about yourself so that you don’t accidentally start believing what others say about you. The lifeless remains of ideals, strewn across the battleground that is the plan I had for us. Sometimes you’re always haunted by the idea you’re wasting your life. Now I only see confusion and worry that the damage that lay waste to us, is far beyond redemption. Sidney Sheldon wrote a book “Nothing lasts forever”, and that title revoked so many thoughts in me. True, nothing lasts forever. Forever is a lie. On this earth anyways. All we have is what’s in between hello and goodbye. The tower of trust we once worked so hard towards, now torn, crumbling, a derelict, wobbly structure. The feelings are the last to fade, somehow surviving until the bitter end. Shell-shocked bits and pieces of love and consideration stagger through the dusty, barren space, searching for one last chance, one last hope. But there is beauty, unending, indescribable beauty in the silence that confounds one’s heart and beneath the entire tough exterior we try putting up someone will come up one day and make a crack on the castle of glass you built around yourself. This is life, a life filled with endless false hopes, equally matching heart aches and broken promises. Where all one can ever do is wait for the end days hoping with new found confidence and faith that maybe there is a paradise somewhere out there where fairy tale endings are true and magical in all reality? Till then I’m just a lone wanderer trying to find a place in this world just as a temp, paving my path to an undiscovered future filled with only God knows what. Don’t let anyone tell you life is a bed of roses, because it isn’t. Life is a trial round before the actual showdown. You are here to learn, gather an experience of a lifetime and if Disney taught me anything then that would be to wait and watch as the true curtains unveil. We aren’t responsible for how people choose to interpret things in life, but we are perhaps responsible for our intentions. If they’re good, then what’s it matter what others dwell on?. And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.