Our own fairy tale

Beautiful dawn. Birds flying high and low. As if they're enjoying the same view as you are. Clouds passing seamlessly. You feel your body float into the air ; getting high. It's hard to believe how things can make you feel such way.

The same way how fairy tales used to make you feel that the world is simple enough for a seven years old to understand. The happily ever after; the good always triumphs over evil and how the tortoise finally beats the hare. Fairy tales have beautifully painted our sight of the world with colors that we have yet to understand back then. Believing that there'll always be an elf at the end of the rainbow with a large pot of golds.

And then came puberty. It is as if life actually started there. As soon as puberty strikes, childhood memories of fairy tales no longer matters as how it used to be. Suddenly the world is on your shoulder. Emotions running wild. Childhood ambitions tainted with growing adolescent's pain. The pains of being not accepted. The pains of needing attention. The pains of needing acknowledgment.

It might not be enough to summarize teenage life with merely 2 paragraphs. Through the those painful teenage years, we grow into someone we barely know. Fueled with ambitions to create our own tale knowing that snow white never wakes up from the kiss with the prince.