In reality! Really!

In real life, you cannot sing all you want in the woods accompanied by a gang of forest animals. In real life there are no evil, wicked stepmother that would cast spells to the extent of killing all in the name of beauty.

In real life, there are no little friends so hospitable to let you live amongst them.

In real life, there are no magic spindle that would prick and cause your death.

In real life, a kiss could not turn a toad into a handsome prince.

In real life, there are no fairy godmothers and no 12 o'clock time limit.

In real life, no magic carpets could take you into places you want, no genie, no talking parrot.

In real life there are no prince charmings whose only kiss would defy the greatest of spells.

In real life, there are no damsels in distress awaiting for their own prince.

Time and again fairy tales had cast us in a journey beyond imagination. A cosmo where magic prevails and where true love exists. Aided by dwarves, fairies, and prince charmings. We never lose grip until we reach the end where they lived happily ever after.

I guess, we have and will always be engaged in fairytales. I lost count on the many versions the story have gone through but with the same set of characters all ending in the same norms.

I, for one had hoped to become a prince. The one with air of authority, with looks that awe every little being in Earth, so gallant, who fights for honor and-- love. I longed for my princess. That damsel in distress who needs her knight in shining armour. And then gone with the tale of that smooch that could cast away spells. Thence, take her into my kingdom and would share our own happy ending.

Now, that's overly romantic. My daily life would depict I could never a prince. For one, I'm not authoritative and I have hard time imposing something. Another, my looks is plainly-- plain. Average. I don't even bother if it matter for others. I'm not brave, at all. Cheers to that, I'm so not prince-like.

You see, you never get over the sad reality that when your done with those fairy tale books you always have to face reality. The downright indication of your existence. No dragons, no princess, no magic. It's life, you have to face it. You get hurt, you need no fairy godmother or any of this tale earthlings, you fight alone, and you don't always have to end up winning your side of the bargain. That is purely life.

In the end, it all comes down on trying to weave your own magic within your self and reality is your happily ever fater is all up to your hands.