Fairytales Vs. Fate

I love to read. Anything, pretty much. This summer I’m doing a great job keeping up with books, assuming nothing much else is taking up my time. The passion has inspired my career choice as well.

When we are younger, our parents feed to us hundreds of books and stories about princesses and princes, far-off lands and dreams. Children’s books are full of morals and lessons, all ending “happily ever after.” Because of this, from a very young age some of us are determined that things will always have these simplistic plots and happy endings. In consequence, experiences growing up pretty much shoot these fairytale wishes to hell. I guess it makes me naïve, and a bit ridiculous to read fictional books now and expect the actions within to take place in everyday affairs. Having said that, it is primarily my fault when something does not go ‘according to plan.’

Books amaze me. I recently read, twice I should add, “The Pact” written by Jodi Picoult. I love anything by this woman, so I am going to recommend her works to you. Anyways, “The Pact” was a story that, I’m going to say reached out to me at the risk of sounding really cheesy. But it did. I suppose the way it all played out, and the true feelings of each character made me enjoy it all the more. It’s funny how certain words in certain organization in certain parts of a story can have such a strong impact on someone’s psyche. Just like a fairytale, the book makes you want more out of anything in life, particularly a relationship. Maybe it is dangerous ground, expecting true life to come out of a script. Maybe it’s just a setup for a let-down. Either way, I think the passion behind a book is what makes it worth reading. And whether or not this passion can be a reality…well I guess that is specific to the reader.

If this isn’t making any sense to you, it’s ok. I’m having a hard time relating what I mean. Let me try again. Have you ever watched a movie, listened to the lyrics of a song, or read a really really great book and wanted to be a part of it? Or more specific, wanted the feelings and the actions of the characters to come out in people in your own life? Well, I’m one to read a book about some sappy love, and then expect candles and roses in my bedroom the next day.
Ok, I’m not that ridiculous. But it really makes you think about things. I get scared that maybe I’m just settling. Maybe there is a better job or a better school for me somewhere else, and I just went to State because of convenience. School isn’t the only thing either. But then I realize that maybe I just have way too high of expectations for certain things, and will never be satisfied.

Maybe the bedtime stories our parents used to read to us or the books we read now are just blurred visions of realities. Maybe writers started out wondering like me, and made up these stories in order to satisfy their own misfortunes.

This might be obvious and redundant, but I think words are the reason why (girls especially) love certain songs the way we do. Why love stories and anecdotes of accomplishments reach out to us so much. Words written in fantasy that probably never will be played out in real-life, but knowing that someone out there thinks like we do. Thinks enough of it to write it out, publish it for anyone to see.

I always want to wish that I can create my own fate. Wish it into the fairytales we all once believed. Wish it into my own ‘happily ever after.’