Looking back at Malori at age 1-12 I can remember I had an imagination that had Dr. Suess looking like a typical old man instead of a colorful creator. Over the years this imagination of mine has slowly began to vanish as people have been quick to remind me of reality, and reality has also reminded me of reality with it's harsh trials and rude awakenings. Reality takes a toll on the imagination and the heart. Guys, reality is hard.
I used to believe that there was one person for everyone, a soul-mate. I do not believe that anymore. I believe that you can make any relationship work if both people in the relationship have their hearts inclined to God. I remember when I heard that for the first time and I was crushed. I didn't want to believe that you could love more than one person. That's not how fairytales work. But it's true, any relationship can work but only if each individual is working at it everyday. It doesn't matter how hard one tries if the other doesn't try at all.
In movies, the girl runs away and the guy chases after her. That's not reality. If you push him away, he is going to give up because the fact of the matter is that he is hurt, he doesn't think you care, and it's easier to find something new rather than fix what's been broken. Movies create false ideas of what reality should be.
In the movie The Notebook, Alli is at a carnival and Noah see's her and asks her on a date. Alli says no and then goes for a ride on a ferris wheel. Noah then decides that he really wants to go on a date with Alli and so he jumps on the moving ferris wheel and climbs to Alli where he hangs at a wreckless height until Alli agrees to go on a date with him. Ask practically any girl you know and she'll tell you how much she loves that part of the movie and how romantic it is to her. But if it were reality, Noah would not have asked Alli again because rejection hurts and even if he had done what he did, Alli would probably have said no again and then proceeded to tell her friends what a 'stalker' or 'creep' Noah is. Reality isn't as fun and as beautiful as fairytales but we expect it to be which causes us unhappiness.
I love fairytales and dream of a fairytale of my own and that's where I went wrong in life. Fairytales are not real and that is why I am consumed in sadness - reality is brutal.
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