Fairy tales put to rest
Has it ever happened to you, that you are in the thick of it all, the hustle, the chase, and you take a minute to breathe. When you do just that, you see glimpses of your past, in twisted memories, suiting your narrative? How is it that the narrative sometimes feels so distant? Something that narrative doesn't connect with you as much anymore, yet the pang of guilt hits, because at some point that connection was what you chased. Isn't it strange that you're coded to survey, question, read, and recall yet if it were about matters of the past, you're asked to emote, vent, let go, move on. Who authored this process? Why does the reminiscing never get talked about? My theory is that, as we grow we realize that some fairy tales are more Grimm than we ever bothered to understand as kids. When you feel like you're living a fairy tale, you don't want to question the magic of it all. In the future, somewhere along the process of letting go, you lose the will to questio